IB.

I was so scared during band today. 

I thought Stanley Yelnats was broken. But Mr. E. reassured me that it was just a loose screw, so he handed me a screwdriver & I fixed it. PHEW. Thank goodness. I don't know what I'd do if Stanley Yelnats was hurt. ;__; 

But on the other hand, you know what killed my day?

I was in the music hall, casually talking to people & Jonathan walks in & is like; Angela. We need to talk. I've been hearing rumors that you're not going for the diploma. 

And suddenly, Sandra and Cyrus and Harrison are like; OMG. YOU HAVE TO JOIN IB. YOU'RE IB MATERIAL! IF ANYONE CAN DO IT, IT'S YOU! 

And I just felt like screaming; LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME DECIDE ON MY OWN! IT'S MY CHOICE! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO DECIDE FOR ME?

But I didn't have the guts to. All I could do was walk away. 

"If you don't join IB, I'll never look at you the same way again."

Ouch. Just ... ouch.