28 September, 2017
Grade 10 is slightly more stressful, I realize.
I'm currently in History, which is the last class I should be writing this in. I'm supposed to be taking notes, but I left my textbook in the locker. For now, I'm "casually" sitting at the edge of my chair, pulling off the "good student" vibe so the teacher does not suspect me.
Today was the Terry Fox Run too, so classes are slightly shorter than usual. Yesterday was my birthday and all I did was work on my history project.
Which reminds me, my Keyboards teacher had told us to inform him of any upcoming birthdays, so he could play a song for them or something. The panic I felt when my friend threatened to tell. Nobody knew in the end, except for a select few of course. But just a while ago my English teacher said "Oh, it was your birthday yesterday!", a statement that scared the living daylights out of me. And then she proceeded to talk a bit about it, but I was just sweating about the few people listening in. Good thing there was only two or three people present, and I don't exactly know them either.
When the freaking hay is the bell going to ring? I'm at my limits.
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