I won't do that to you, though. I'll just say that I swear my heart leapt when Liss came running up to me in the halls and told me I was number nine. Actually, forget it. You, dear readers, get to hear the entire fabulous story. You should be happy for yourselves.
There really is no fabulous story. I lied. It's just that out of four hundred people who wanted to go to Commie, I was ninth on the list. I'm in!
It's going to be totally strange going to a school I can't just walk to. I've been able to just walk from home to school and back all my life, but I have no idea how I'll get out to Commie. Whatever. There are many other fabulous things about Commie, including:
- Ten minutes of passing time (no more panic in the halls!)
- Its small size
- Getting to call teachers by their first names
- Eating wherever because there isn't a lunchroom
- A complete OED in the media center (I'm sure the other schools have one too, but still)
- Me
I don't think I should really be allowed to write a blog post for a few days, or at least until the thrill of being a commie! wears off. All I can really type is stuff about how excited I am and lots of exclamation points. Multiple exclamation points. One might even say too many exclamation points.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just hope there aren't any rebel scum.
This is a short little mini-post, but I don't care. Live with it, infidels.
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