Inside the Mind of an Introvert

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2 October, 2017

The people I sit with at lunch went off somewhere, but I was too distracted with something else to notice. Now I sit alone. In the middle of the hallway. With nothing but my ceaseless worries to keep me company.

The most eventful of my classes is typically English. The one and only, extremely dreaded, English. Situated in a tiny portable with barely any breathing space, the class I have the least probability of success in. But lo and behold, my first days are not going poorly. The extended literary paragraph we wrote last week, the one I had such low levels of confidence in, is apparently one of the two chosen best ones in the class. Which is a great relief. It sucks either way. She will display it to the entire class tomorrow, so the real horror of horrors awaits until then. 

I definitely will do anything to not receive my Computer Science marks. My disorganized nature is finally coming to throw me off a cliff. I may seem like the prim and proper type, but really I just ain't.