last night i dreamed that i got a 9 on my definition essay. and not just any 9. a 9+, my friends. i woke up right after mrs. spencer handed me my paper. i still had that feeling of joy when i opened my eyes. but alas, it was only fleeting. a couple seconds later i realized it was just a dream. then i realized i still had to get up and get ready. how depressing. i guess they were right when they said a dream is a wish your heart makes. well, kind of right. a little. not all the time...haha.
anyway, time to turn in this essay. let's hope for the best, folks.