Content writing, and writing period, has been hard now. The attack on America has permanently changed me, and I've been reexamining pieces of myself that I never knew were there. I am not Canadian, as much as I like to say so. I am American. And I even support Bush now.
Life is busy.
School is routine, but I'm happy. I'm doing okay in my classes, which means quite a bit to me. I'm not skipping everyday. I'm not getting thrown at my locker, having crosses help up when I walk into a room, being called Satan, or just being harassed. I am invisible and 'there' at the same time.