oh, yeah, another thing. (don't mind me...) this actually happened on monday but... yeah, i got an a on the essay for parsons' class, right? yeah, but chaffin read it during lunch (i read his too, fun) and he said he liked it. which meant more to me, actually, than what parsons said. which is kind of messed up, actually, that his opinion matters more to me than the teacher's - i mean, the teacher is the one who gives me the grade - but there you go. like, it's weird. i don't trust teachers anymore, or my parents. see, my mum is super critical but when she says she likes something it doesn't mean i get an a. and if she hates it then lots of times i get a decent grade, so i don't trust the teachers. and my dad likes everything. so, i don't trust any feedback i get. i guess parsons is pretty good though. but i'm always wondering about my writing skills (or lack thereof). yeah. it's nice when somebody else seems to like what i've written. not just the teacher, but a peer, i guess. hey, why do you think peer pressure is so persuasive anyways?