So I woke up. Got ready for the day. Fed cats. Fed me. Art was good. In math I failed a test, passed a diagnostic test (a test on which the teacher picks the questions instead of on a normal test with the questions chosen randomly), and failed an exercise (not a test but paperwork, like a random math page). Somehow I still have an A. Homeroom was spent talking to Donny. English 2 *bla* read, work, easy, boring. Spanish, same: boring, stress, fun. (I like Spanish, I am just not good at it. I'm good at Japanese.) Lunch at Patman's Pizza. Geometry. Ugh. I don't like it, but it's a strange thing. It provides a decently stress-free environment. English 1 was slow, but not too bad. In biology I messed around. We had a sub, so we did work, but not as much as we would have if we'd had our teacher. Then I went home to my Ivan. I was really tired so I fell asleep draped across his lap. I woke up to find a friend of mine and my brother's at the door. Ivan, she, and I played Cat-opoly. Ivan mostly organized and switched game pieces while we all talked and played. After she left, Ivan and I hung out more before dad told us the food was ready. We ate then sadly took him home. Once I got home, I was dead tired and fell asleep very quickly.
Sorry this is so short. They all are but meh, it's not really for you so I don't really care. But uh, bye, thanks for reading.
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Dear Older Me
Non-FictionThis is for me so that I know what I did and how I felt. I was an angry person in 2017. I hadn't thought of doing this until 2018 so I'll try to keep writing this, not for you, but for me. If you ask for an update (like anyone is going to read this)...
