House

A former New Orleans resident, Torrey, who's my best friend's sister, asked if this house was still there. I really wish it is because I have always loved it.

I finished my game today and will post it once I can. Its okay. I want to tweak it to make it harder.

Today in Freshman Focus we were supposed to write a letter about our first year in high school. They kept asking questions and only two of them were really even close to being academic related. All I could talk about was how unproductive and seemingly useless the past school year was. I believe my friend Jesus put it best after I told him there was a lot to say but I didn't know what to say. There are two sets of high school memories. Those you can freely talk about, and those that you would never turn in to an essay for school.
Many things came to mind, but this is going in my portfolio. I don't want to talk about how my teacher almost gave me detention for not standing up for the pledge,how I think the math curriculum is ridiculous, those times after school where we just hang out for hours as if we have no lives, or the laws broken, the time I slept under the stars at the railroad tracks with gifts from hobos.

They ask you questions about the kids you hang out with. And they want your stories. Why? I don't want people reading that in my school portfolio. Now I'm posting it on the internet. How stupid of me.