Goldangit equals...

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Something like that, anyway.

On an unrelated note, the HHS (mis)guidance department seems determined to keep me from getting into college. At least this semester is over. In a week I'll be replacing expository writing (hallelujah) and music composition with Shakespeare and baking! Affectionally nicknamed Shake-and-bake, they will ensure that I have another work-free five months in my non-AP classes.