I'm taking writer's craft this year which I'm really enjoying. Its a small class of maybe 20 kids in total, kind of reminds me of the Canadian Literature class I took last year.  What's particularly really cool about that class  aside from the kids is our teacher who just so happens to be a published author of two novels. He's this hispter type mad scientist looking lad with a peculiar sense of humor. I'm really digging his style and he has a way of teaching the class and getting of topic most of the time yet always having the class eating out of his hands. He has assigned us to write a short story of own of about 1200-1500 words that will be sent to publishers to see if we can get them published. Only the good ones though. I'm really excited for this but at the same time super nervous. I want to do well but have very little faith in my writing skills.  I have very little faith in just about everything I do, it kills me. But what I've notice though is that with age comes confidence and I believe is totally true in my case. Grade 10 was a complete mess for me. I've grown so much form the shy awkward girl I was back then. Not to say I'm no longer awkward and shy but much less now which I'm awfully pleased about. I hate being awkward and shy but slowly I'm breaking my cocoon and becoming the sociable butterfly I picture myself to be.