Dear me,

	Today is Monday, 8/17/98.  It is the first week of school and I am in Mrs. Mason's 
english class writing this  letter to myself.  I am fresh off of the big two hours of sleep that
I got last night.  There was a rather big storm that kept me awake.  When I arrived at school
things didn't seem to change much.  People were walking around, eating, sleeping, minding
their own business, ect. just like the old days of my freshman year.
	Today, I am wearing a gray Rebok shirt and some blue shorts.  I am about six feet tall,
I have brown hair and somewhat of a tan.
	Some interesting things that I don't care about happened the first week of school.
President Clinton confessed his relationship to his intern friend.  The NBA lockout is still
going on.  The Panthers still haven't signed Jason Peter.  Lots of boring unimportant stuff
realy.
	I want to do well this year, mostly so in Spanish.  I am not allowed to speak English
in there, but the entire year will be review anyways.  Just as long as I don't fail it again.
	I have some concerns about high school as a PiB Sophmore.  Physics is a big one, because
I have been a slacker in the past.  I'm also concerned that Alex Sirokey (for those of you who
don't know, he is an annoying pest) won't shut up.  He is in a bunch of my classes and his
constant yapping is keeping me from concentrating.  I am worried about the freshman too,
because they probably hada  very good 8th grade year, and will be too cocky for their own good.
	At the end of the first day, I was very sleepy.  I had a nice headache from Mr. Fisher's
constant talking, and those two hous of sleep were catching up to me.  Oh well.  I can only look
forward to another "wonderful" year of high school at Myers Park.