Transfer. (GET ME OUT OF THIS SYSTEM ALREADY!)

I'm chronicling my misadventures in Whitestone Academy: let's begin with Days One and Three (Day Two offered no time to take pictures)...

This is Josh Ross, old friend from sophomore year at Bayside.
We are in 3rd period Marine Biology, where the principal swings in to give us three questions, and leaves for the rest of the period. Josh had working duty on the 2nd (Day One).
This is Melissa Reres, sister of non-relation from sophomore year.
We are in 3rd period Marine Biology (but you know about that by now).
She thought she had DJ duty on the 2nd, but she had not yet seen my skills with the Mighty Playlist.
This is Kit.
We are in 3rd period Marine Biology.
She's hiding from the flash of my camera, and demands that I delete this photo.
This is me and Kit in 3pMB on Day Three, after her eyes have adjusted to my camera's flash. She makes sure I never want to skip class.

Josh had work duty again on Day Three, poor soul.

This girl is the death of me.
I swear.

Yes, Really.

I spent my day getting reacquainted with myself. It's been a long, long time...
Raise your hand if you've heard "Carry This Picture" by Dashboard Confessional.
How about "Pressing On" by Reliant K?

Well, here's a dose of each. Enjoy!

Carry this picture for luck
Kept in a locket
Tucked in your collar
Close to your chest
Make it a secret
Shown to the closest friends

Meet me at quarter-to-seven
The sun will still shine then
At this time of year
We'll head to the inlet
And we'll share a bottle there

And color the coast with your smile --
It's the most genuine thing
I've ever seen.
I was so lost,
But now I believe.


I think we're going somewhere.
We're onto something good here.
Out of mind, out of state --
Trying to keep my head on straight.

I think we're going somewhere.
We're onto something good here.
There's only one thing left to do:
Drop all I have and go with you.

Somewhere back there, I left my worries all behind.
My problems fell out of the back of my mind.
We're going and I'm never knowing where we're going.
To go back to where I was would just be wrong --
I'm pressing on.