Crossing Our Fingers

I finally got my IB Diploma last night. I didn't even know you were supposed to get one. Mrs. Lee ragged on me in front of everyone for not coming to visit, which was actually kind of nice, because that meant she'd wanted me to. Mrs. Bullock berated me for not visiting, too, and we had a fun conversation before I mentioned I'm a history major planning on going into law school, after which she rolled her eyes at me and walked away in a pretend huff. It's nice to be liked.

I spent most of the event making fun of the presenters with Bryce, which was highly enjoyable. When he first saw me, he was like, "You're taller!" There's no way I've grown, so I told him I've just become even more amazing. He's going to a debate tournament that's held at Willamette over the summer and had been hoping to see me, but I'm not going to be there, which is kind of sad. I'm glad I got to spend those two hours with him, it was a blast. He's a great guy.

Lawrence and I are going searching for internships today. We've compiled a list of all the law offices in FW and Tacoma and are basically going to hop between them, hoping someone somewhere is looking for an office bitch. If we get nothing, we're taking the plunge and making our way up to Seattle to try our luck there.

Between you and me: it'll take a miracle.