10/22/18
Today was an okay day. I learned that right now in Spanish soy esribiendo. (I am writing/typing.) Which is fun. Except for the literal writing it down part. Not so fun.
Science; Monday, October twenty-second two-thousand and eighteen. Assignment: Read six pages and answer one question. One question? Seriously!?!
10/23/18
The rental house situated across the street from “Robertson,” one of the best elementary schools in the Little Rock school system was where I spent my day. Preparing for painting, rollering the kitchen, touching up over the thin areas and spackling paste in the dining room, a bit of the trim in the living room…
In all, I used four colors of paint. Splattered myself with all of them, Scrubbed the now dry splatters off, missing some, only to be found later on exposed knees and elbows.
10/24/18
Due to the fact, no school was done yesterday, (By me at least) I had a heavier workload today. All the unnecessary subject were pulled by my compassionate teacher, enabling me to complete all work put upon me today. (I finished.)
If you couldn’t tell by the latter, I wrote an obituary today. I really thought I would hat it, but, upon finding it not a gruesome recountment of their death, or a heartbreaking wail of grief by her friends, nor an inhuman, monotonous obligation consisting of only facts, it was not so bad. I felt as if I had briefly gotten to know the person, and felt sorry she had died. May she rest in peace with her Lord.
10/25/18
Today mom told me the red line on the left side of the paper is to help you keep your writing straight. Hmmm… Interesting. I just might use that every once in a while. Maybe.
I had a quiz in math. Or a test. Or exam. Or something else. Whatever you call it, I did get an A!
10/26/18
I did something today. I’m not really sure what, but I don’t want to bother figuring it out. It’s 9:32 p.m. and I’m not done with school. I feel like school zapped my brain and it’s no longer functioning.
I did newspaper. I mean I wrote a newspaper. Well-sort of. I tried to. But it’s not done and I’ll have to finish it in the morning. Except I’m spending all day at our rental house tomorrow doing painting that needs to be done by Monday. And at our house doing all my chores. And getting ready for our cousins to visit. Is this what it feels like to be an adult? If so, I’d rather stay thirteen forever.
