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[htotheh]

I have a feeling that I'm going to leave school feeling faintly depressed all this week. This is because we're doing a workshop all this week, which would ordinarily not be a bad thing, especially considering the fact that I have friends there. No, the bad thing is the fact that we're doing a trial. Actually, that's not really the bad thing either. The bad thing is that all of the aforementioned friends are on the prosecutorial team. And I'm not. I know they didn't mean to or anything, but I got a distinct feeling of "You are the weakest link--good bye." Heck, Diana got to be a prosecutor.

This is devolving into whining, in my mind if not completely on paper. Screen. Whatever. I think I'll go hit something, or perhaps have some Ovaltine. Nothing can be bad when one has Ovaltine in hand.