there's a fire burning in my soul

So today, I took my subject tests for history and math. Math, in particular, was difficult to finish on time. I skipped too many problems and guessed on a handful :I

I saw a lot of my old friends from middle school, but maybe one or two people remembered me. Junior year has this sickly stench of middle school nostalgia, which is probably the reason why I am by myself most of the time. I don't really belong in the past or the present, so I go all Thoreau--the transcendentalist dude who spent 2 years living by himself at Walden Pond. I was a little hurt, but what could I do about it? The past is the past.