Note: This autobiographical account was written by Courtney, who's modeled for me a few times before.

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Anyway, my last year of high school brought some new things to think about. Like what the hell I was going to do afterward. Or what the world was even going to turn into when I'd start to, like, have choices in what I did in it. Or how hot our new principle was. I figure everyone else was wondering the first two things, but I know a lot of them were thinking the third one. Cause, like, I wasn't the only one staring.

I'm the only one doing it in the picture, but that's Leila's fault, not mine.~

From what I've been told, being unhappy makes you a total bitch in some circumstances. Like in homeroom. Or during lunch. Or during class. Or when you're asked about your homework not being in. So I've heard, at least. Getting back on topic, I got sent to the office kind of a lot in high school. Which kind of sucked. Buuuuuut, things were a little different my senior October. First paddling of the term - made it almost two whole months that time! - and first one from the new principle.