Confessions of a Red Head.

So, today was our last French class. It's sad that it's over. French was something you could always count on, same time everyday all year. I now know SO much grammar, it's ridonkulous.

My birthday is in SIX DAYS!!! Crazy!!! That's right, I'm turning the old 19 on Thursday. That kind of scares me. I always feel older on my birthday, I guess you're supposed to. I don't really act any older. Actually, every year I seem to act younger and younger.

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E: Everytime you come back from camp you're less mature.

A: Isn't it wonderful?

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M: What are you doing?

A: Yoga.

M: May God be with you.

A: Hahahaha.

Oh the fun times of red heads. Picture this: Two girls, same age, both have curly red hair, both dormies, both Psychology majors and Relgious Studies minors. Scary, I know.