I had a wierd exchange with one of my teachers, too. He asked me how I handle my drug problems, and I told him what I do. He told me he's an addict, and hasn't used in a long time. I knew this previously, but it was the first time he actually told me. It was cool, having a teacher open up to me in a really personal way. He told me to call him if I needed to talk to anyone. Very cool.

It wasn't all about being mature, and talking about how much we'd all grown up, though. Thankfully. That would just be dull and boring. (I geuss I'm being redundant again. Oh well.) We also acted like elementary school kids and played stupid jokes on each other that weren't funny but sure were fun. One kid put an electronic, remote control, vulgar noisemaker in one of the girls' beds. We were all in the girls' room at the hostel and it started going off. We wondered what the hell it was, and finally when we found it we knew we needed to get some retribution. I came up with the best, most immature way of getting our retaliation. At 1:30 am that night, the boys who put it there were surprised to have the lights turned on in their room. They were greeted by the sight of 15 guys and girls all mooning them. Sure it was silly, and dumb, and young, but it was fun. My faculty advisor happened to be in that room, so he was shocked too. He said in the morning, 'I saw one side of my students I've never seen before, literally.' Richard is great. Shannon and I told him how much he means to us. He's helped me through some really tough times at school and in life. I wouldn't still be allowed at school if it hadn't been for him.

Wierd situations with Shannon, too. Shannon and I aren't very good friends, but we are friendly. We spent the whole trip hugging and leaning on each other, and holding each other. It wasn't at all sexual, but there definitely was some tension in that department. I don't know if it was just me, but it certainly felt a little different than when most girls and I are close. I'm gay, but I don't know, I kind of like her. I don't know if I'd want it to happen or not, but I do like her. She's cute too. I don't know, is anything absolute? It's not going to happen, but I wonder if I'd want it too. She's super nice, and she'd be a concientious lover. Bet she's a girl, and I've hardly ever really liked girls. Sexuality is a confusing fucking thing to deal with. I wish I knew myself better, or at least understood my feelings around sex better. Who knows, psychotherapy? No, I'll figure it out sooner or later. Maybe I'll have to make some mistakes to get it, but hopefully in a few years I can look back and be glad I made those mistakes.