Free Bird

My mom hit a parked car at the store the other night. I had been warning her about how close she'd been getting lately. She just swung into a space and hit the car in the space in front of it. It didn't make any mark so it's our little secret.

Thursday night's English session was the night for doing research paper presentations. There wasn't time for everyone, so I'm going next week. I really hate speaking in front of people, I sat there in cold sweats the whole class period. I asked the teacher how it would affect my grade if I passed out; she seemed to think I was joking.

She also let us see our papers. Up until now my worst grade in that class was a B+, yet somehow on that paper she had marked a D! I really don't get it, I felt good about that paper too. Somehow she had not got my outline though, so I printed it for her then, and she said that would make a difference. I just don't understand how that happened. It almost seems like I do best on papers that I don't feel good about. Like my Mass Comm. paper, I was overwhelmed with information and rushed to get it finished feeling pretty uneasy about it. On that paper I got an A!

The other day when I was walking into Target, I was wearing this American Eagle shirt that has a bird on it and says "Free Bird," this biker walking out says "Free bird, that's a good song." It was awesome.