excuse me, mrs. president . . .

so i'm next year's president of players. tehe. =) i'm really excited. i mean, i've dreamt of having this position since the first time i saw a players show (about 7 years ago). to be joining the ranks of "the greats" (as i like to call them), well, that's pretty damn cool.
one more exam. soooo close. today's was so simple. i'm gonna miss mr. zuniga soo much - he's so wonderful. it's strange that i'm so attached to my teachers . . .

a thought:
do our dreams really have some sort of connection to our lives? i mean, there are thousands of books supplying theories and interpretations of them, but do they hold water? and if so, what the fuck do my dreams mean?