So, the play is over and I have to confess that although I met some really cool people, I'm not particularly sad that it is over, like I am with, say, the Temple play. Good job, to all, though: we really pulled it off! Go us! I will miss seeing you all everyday.

I would like to take a minuet to talk about yearbooks. I was talking to Alex Conery on Friday when the yearbook signing frenzy started and I asked him to sign my yearbook. He proceeded to tell that he doesn't like signing them and wont let anyone sign his. I asked him why. He said because he thinks it is silly to try to sum up a whole year, or a whole friendship on the pages of a yearbook. I think that makes a lot of sense. I mean, how many of you have sat there thinking of what you were going to write to so-and-so ... or ended up writing relatively the same thing in each person's? Doesn't that tell you sometime? True, I enjoy getting my yearbook as a remembrance of the year past, but reading 20 messages of "Libby, we have to hang out, c/m." "Have a good summer." "Math was fun." gets a little old. Although I do enjoy those few messages where people confess there hidden love for me, hint hint. So, in the event that I don't get to signing your yearbook this year: _____, I had so much fun with you in ______! Have a terrific summer and call me when you get a chance! ~Heart~ Libby.

I HATE Hopkins and Armstrong ... they only have 3 half days left of school... AHHH not fair! I WANT OUT! OK... I'm OK. 8 days. 56 hrs (yes, I calculated it)

Well, ta ta for now...