The world has felt extremely surreal the past few days, and I can't quite put my finger on why. I feel almost lost, but simultaneously still inside my own head, trapped. It's a curious sensation, to say the least.

On the bright side, I think my writing ability has increased. Not increased, exactly, but returned to its previous stature. I've been doing a lot of reading of famous, well-liked books and figuring out techniques they have in common, techniques I myself used to employ, and now I'm ready to bring that all together. I can't do it quite yet, because I have summer work to complete. I'm taking 3 APs (AP Lit, AP US History, and AP Spanish), and Facing History & Ourselves, which has been likened to an AP class before. My other 2 classes are Greek 1 and Statistics, both of which I don't have any summer work in

I'll write more later. I actually have to get ready for work! This is my last week.