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so it goes, another day.

the room was cold. very cold. i shivered through my first essay because of the cold, possibly making my handwriting even less legible. it was still cold after the first essay, but i didn't notice it anymore.

afterwards i thought, hey, there's some time left. we got a spanish project this monday, a group project, and the rough draft is due next monday and i've been missing a lot of spanish, so i should go to spanish and see if i can help. sounds reasonable? i thought so too. i went. the teacher wasn't there. we had a sub and there's no way in the world that i can clearly explain to her why i, a senior, after taking an ap test, went to spanish when i don't have to. the people in the class told me i shouldn't have come so, with a mental shrug, i left and joined lucy and victoria at lucy's place.

originally we were to stay through 7th to finish skinning our cat, but the teacher didn't so up. so? another shrug, and off we go.

here i am. it's been a rough week, i can tell you, and workload's still growing.
stop feeding it, please.