<p>Though sophomore year has proved itself socially satiating, academically it's no ball game. In comparison to freshman year, my grades are slightly lack luster, their unsatisfactory nature highlighted by the fact that I might not earn an "A" in my math class this term (I barely scrapped an "A" last term with a meager 90, and I have a horrid math teacher who told me I was bound to fail my SATs). I don't know why I'm so stressed out lately. Perhaps it's because I was notified a few months back that I was unofficially the valedictorian of my high school class, and the thought of my rank slipping repulses me, for obvious reasons. Of course, you will admonish me, reminding me that I'm just a sophomore who has 2.5 years to raise her GPA, but time does go by quickly. And the fact that my English teacher has told me about her brilliant former students who now attend Harvard does not make me feel better either. </p>
<p>On a lighter note, I've been vomitting and sitting in bed for the past two days. Two hours ago, I was informed at the hospital that I have a stomach virus, thus entailing that I will not enjoy a hearty Thanksgiving meal tomorrow.</p>
<p>And how are you?</p>