Wednesday, September 14
Why do the crazy things only happen to me?
I mean I should be happy, right? Yang's happy. Uncle Qrow is really happy.
My dad thinks I'm repressing my feelings or something. So I say to him, "No, Dad, I'm really excited. I think it's really neat."
Dad says, "I don't think you're being completely honest with me."
Then he hands me this red book with a lock. He tells me he wants me to write down my feelings in it, since, he says, I obviously don't feel like I can talk about them with him or Yang or Uncle Qrow.
He wants me to write down my feelings? Okay, I'll write down my feelings:
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME!
I'm practically one of the biggest freaks in the entire world right now. I mean, let's face it: I'm five foot five, I know most gunnery like the back of my hand, and I still watch cartoons, in my pjs, on Saturday mornings. How much more of a freak could I get?
I was happy with being just a dork!
Yang says I'll be the "bees knees." I don't want to be the "bees knees!" I just want to be a normal girl (with normal knees)!
I only took that entrance exam as a joke, almost. Until I got the acceptance letter last Monday. Uncle Qrow was nearly in tears laughing as he skimmed it. Yang locked me into one of her infamous bear hugs, while dad ruffled my hair, in congrats.
So, not only did I get accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world, I was immediately put into the junior class, with Yang.
Great, just great.
I'm not sure which is worse: me being a certified genius, or Yang finding out about this diary.