Don't do caffeine.

This is a caffeinated Julianne staring at the computer screen.

Today, after managing a whopping four hours of sleep last night, I went to my first day of 12th grade. I came to the conclusion early in the day that my options were limited: grumpiness or caffeination. I went for the second option a little too eagerly and it resulted in a twitching, bug eyed pile of anxious Julianne. I may have become the female equivalent of "that guy" in my afternoon classes because I wouldn't shut up. I looked and sounded quite crazy. (In other news, I'm keeping the crazy hair around this year, since it defies most attempts at taming and I've made a vow to be as unselfconscious as possible this year. Being a self conscious teenage girl has been too time consuming in the past.)

Well, other than feeling like a crappy mess of coffee twitch, I found that my classes are fantastic. My IB English, Math and IB History classes have a lot of fantastic people and awesome teachers. It's going to be fun. My History textbook contains so much knowledge that there's a little star on the front proclaiming "Reinforced binding." The thing about IB History is that everyone was excited over the prospect of a huge textbook.

All afternoon this semester I have Co-op, where in approximately three weeks I will get placed at a workplace of somewhat my choosing for fourteen weeks of job experience. I realized for this year that I could easily schedule in all the required and chosen classes so I figured Co-op would be a useful elective. I'm really hoping for a placement at CBC, but the teacher seemed a little skeptical of that becoming a reality. If I actually want to do journalism in university, this would be a useful step but I'm not going to be unhappy if I don't get that placement. I'm sure there's lots of other lovely places out there where I would enjoy quasi-working.

I've had this feeling the last few days that my life is in an upward spiral. However, it might just be because during the summer, I learned to be content with pretty much just existing (or laying on a floor and drinking tea). I'm not sure if that's an attitude I want to keep or not. I don't want to be a burnout, but I don't want to be set on overachieving, either. Like everything else in my life, I suppose I need to find a balance.
Love,
-J-