April 10, 2017
There's been a blackout. Math class was supposed to end sooner, but now I guess we're skipping Science? I don't know.
We have been taken to another classroom, where the windows provide ample sunlight. I am sitting right behind a bunch of guys who, as I expected, are talking a lot. Who can blame them though?
I hear teenage slang thrown into every sentence they utter. Kids these days. These boys are, quite honestly, my only source of entertainment at the moment. I did get quite restless after a while though, and then I remembered that I always have writing as my escape.
The boys are talking about fried chicken now ("Poppeyes is haram, bro!"). Now they're talking about Pakistan's war tactics. What even.
The power came back. We came to Science class. We have to do this census thingy, so that's good. Not much class time then.
I'm in French class. I-
*Who knows what I was going to write there. The girl beside me was looking so I had to stop. Sigh.
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