TONIGHT IT'S "IT CAN'T GET MUCH WORSE" VS. "NO ONE SHOULD EVER FEEL LIKE"

Dear Diary,

         I may be set up for a small problem in English class.

         You see, Mr. Sylvester, my new English teacher, told me he heard from Mrs. Ekwensi, last year's English teacher, that I'm a pretty good writer. I never got below an A- on a paper, but I don't think that constitutes good writing - it constitutes a basic knowledge of grammar and sentence structure. Anyway, Mr. Sylvester told me he was expecting a lot from me this year and he wants me to work even harder than I did in Mrs. Ekwensi's class - except I really just half-assed Mrs. Ekwensi's class and have no idea what I did to make her like me so much. Most teachers don't like me because I chew my gum really loudly and sit in the back of the classroom. But apparently A- essays make up for that.

         In other news, Here & There started serving a new banana smoothie that is absolutely TO DIE FOR. When I die, I hereby request to be buried with the stuff. Please.

Love,

Waverly