I don’t really have the time to blog this semester, which is why I haven’t written one yet. Now though, I’m in English class and I need to take a break from my Beowulf Significance Analysis Thing so I’m going to blog.

I’ve had a pretty good week. Swim is still the worst, but it’s the last four days so I guess that’s good. Thank heck I’m not going to states. That would be the terrible. I cannot stand our coach. He makes me so mad.

My weekend was nice and chill. I actually got to sleep in both days, and I played video games with Josh. That’s something we haven’t been able to do for awhile.

I just realized that I never finished this because things changed and the purpose of the blog became irrelevant. So now it’s about five days later (just for context).

New not so great things have happened, and I would like to put them in a blog, but I don’t think I should. All I will say is that sometimes you forget that you’re marginalized in society and then things happen that make you realize “oh this actually sucks”.

To clarify, I’m fine and I’m pretty sure Ava’s fine, it’s just terrible and annoying and it really ruined my weekend so that’s where we are I guess.

I’m leaving for Peru two days from now, and I know I should be excited about it, but I’m really not yet.

See I know I’m going to have a fun time and I know that I really want to see Peru and Machu Pichu before it closes, but it feels like so much has to happen before I get to leave. I have a math test and I have to get through school. And then, even after I leave, I still have to do my math homework and learn the math that I’m missing and do the stuff for AP Spanish (even though srta penchansky is coming with me.) So I guess I should’ve thought this through, but I didn’t.

Also Ava and I were supposed to do something tomorrow, but I don’t know if it’s happening anymore and so I’m slightly stressed and sad about that.

I had my last high school swim meet on Sunday and I was actually very happy about that. Because I Do Not like the coach. At the end of cross country, I was happy because it was an awesome season and I had fun at the meet, but also sad because I wouldn’t get another season like that. At the end of swim, I can confidently say that I was only happy because I would never have to see my coach again. And I think that says a lot.

I don’t really have much else to say except that the senioritis is hitting hard. I’m in college, and the realization that I don’t have to get A’s anymore is kind of astounding. Like I got a 67% on something in English and my first thought was “wow how can I fix that?” but my second thought was “why the frick do I care? All I need is a B- and I have a B right now” so then I didn’t change it.

Also I got a 69% on my last math quiz and I thought that was the most hilarious thing. Mr. Mac then yelled at me (and the rest of the class) for laughing at the fact we collectively did poorly on the quiz. I knew I did poorly and I would rather be able to find something funny in it than put myself down about it, because that’s better than obsessing over doing poorly and not learning anything. I used to do that with grades, now I get the bad one and move on and do better the next time. And come on, a 69% is hilarious (to those of us with a terrible sense of humor) and basically counts as a 100.

ok I guess I’ll post this now.

I’m writing another blog because I’m kind of bored and I can. I left school after A block today. I did my yoga presentation and then dipped because I didn’t want to go to math and bother the people who were studying for important finals.

I know I was supposed to stay because rules, but I figured that unlike Ms.Hutchinson, Ms. Gounis would not give me a zero on my final project if I didn’t come to class.

So I went home. Or rather, to Cecilias house, where she attempted to make me an egg over medium. She was not successful. It was rock solid because she forgot to take it off the pan or something. I don’t know what happened because I was in her room stealing sweatpants. Then I heard a lot of banging, so I went back downstairs and she said “i didn’t do it right.” I don’t know what happened to the egg, but she only had the one so she made avocado toast instead.

She’s trying to learn how to cook because she is going to be in Ireland for college next year and thus will not have a dining hall. So she has to know how to cook, at least a little bit. She is really struggling to learn. I think she may end up just having pasta and toast for every meal.

I had a really brilliant idea on Saturday night. And when I say brilliant, I mean absolutely idiotic and I should definitely not follow through with it, but I thought it was hilarious at the time. I really want to come in the last day of school with a bunch of lemons and throw them off the balcony at all the people I don’t like. Because I don’t know how people would react to fruit being thrown at them. And lemons are such a random fruit. I might not even discriminate between who I throw the lemons at and who I don’t. I might just chuck them into the mob of random humans and laugh every time I hit someone.

I think I might get detention or something for that. So I probably won’t do it.

probably.

I got an 87 on my math final, which I am really happy with. It most likely won’t change my grade at all, which is sad because I really wanted a B+, but also good because then I won’t get a B-. You win some, ya loose some. I’ve had Mr. Mac as my math teacher for the last three years. For Algebra 2, Pre-Calculus, and AP, and every single final he has ever given me, I have gotten an 87. All three of them. Algebra 2, 87.3. Pre-Calc, 87. Calculus, 86.6, rounds up to an 87. I don’t know how this happens.

Also how the heck do you spell loose? Clearly I spelled it right or somewhat right, because the wordpress spelling gods didn’t give me an angry red underline, but what the heck is that word. Loose. It looks so weird. I always think I spelled it wrong and I write it as losse or lose, which both look equally terrible.

I have nothing else to say now, I’m going to post, but also it’s only like 550 words so I’m going to have a physical inability to do that. Give me like five minutes and maybe I’ll get there.

Yeah I’m just going to go for it. no rules.

math is death. math=death.

Today I am going to blog again because I have finished all of my work for everything in this class and I don’t want to study for my math final because that will just cause me stress.

In Spanish today Cecilia and I were trying to record a podcast for our final project, but all of the English teachers kept walking through the project room we were in to get to the library. It should have taken like ten minutes but instead it took thirty. This was mainly Jadams fault though. He walked through the room at least six times.

Math is the stinky. I went to Josh’s house yesterday after school because I wanted to. And I had to drop off this form thing for his mom to stamp so I can go to Peru over winter break. As I was turning onto Josh’s street, I passed him leaving so of course we just pointed at each other. Then I walked into his house and placed the form on the counter. And scared his brother Jem. I stayed in his house talking to Jem and playing with magnets until Josh came home about half an hour later.

I wasn’t planning on staying for that long, but I did. So Josh and I decided to watch the movie Us rather than actually do our homework or study for any finals. We have really good time management skills.

But everything is fine, because I don’t really need to get a super good grade on my math final, and I finished my Spanish project in class and my creative writing thing was turned in on time, so I’m thriving.

In Yoga today I pretended my black jeans were leggings and Ms. Hutchinson believed me, which was such a prank. I took off my boots and said I forgot sneakers, but I was wearing leggings and she let me participate in the days aerobics. I feel like she just didn’t want to fight me on it, but also I was kind of hoping she’d call me out so I wouldn’t have to do it.

I think my yoga final is not going to go super well because my group has put in about five minutes of effort into it. We have a routine planned, but we haven’t practiced it. And also I’m the only one who knows it.

But it’s fine because I don’t need a 100 in that class. A 90 would be perfectly fine. An 80 would be too low though. Can you imagine getting a B- in yoga? Not that it really matters for me anymore, but I think I would be very ashamed to have to tell my parents I got a B- in a class where your only job is to do nothing.

Math is the stinky and I don’t want to go.

I can’t pay attention in that class any more. It feels like it should be ending, but we have another semester. I don’t know how I will survive. I have never taken a whole year of math, so this entire experience is going to be horrible. I have never desired to be done with something more.

Also my schedule worked out super weird this year. First semester I had term classes A block (transitions and yoga) then Spanish B block, Creative writing for two terms C block and then Math D block. Next semester I have Art for two terms A block, Math B block English C block and Spanish D block.

My classes this year, all year are Miscellaneous, Math, Spanish and English. That’s such a prank. But I’m not upset with it. Creative writing was a super fun time. I’m probably going to keep blogging if I have the time because it helps me stop thinking about only one thing.

I was about to post this blog because I had nothing else left to talk about, so on instinct I checked the word count and it said 693 and I had a physical reaction to that. I don’t know if I’ll be able to post it without 750 words. But I’ve already rambled a lot due to procrastination.

I’m going to miss Ainsleigh so much. She was my running buddy and we always told each other all the tea we didn’t want to tell our other friends because they were too involved. I could snap chat her but it’s just not the same.

I think I actually wrote 750 words this time which is such a prank. I guess it’s just instinct now. Thanks Ms. Gounis

I slept for an hour and a half last night.

Cross country was a very weird experience because I’ve never been on a team that had bonded that well. Any time we were together it was like we were all on crack. Or whatever Sarah is on right now. Ms. Gounis had to take her monster away, but that’s how the cross country team is when more than three of us are in a room together. Everyone always goes insane.

But we all got very close, and I know that the three I eat lunch with missed cross country season because of it.

So of course I invited everyone over for a sleepover.

Not everyone could come. Maddie Prechtl was prohibited by her parents. Mary Teeple couldn’t get there either. And five or so others couldn’t make it due to prior plans. But after Taryn got there (at 10:35) there were nine of us. But Taryn arrived and immediately went to sleep so let’s just say there were eight of us.

Chelsea arrived first, then Hannah Webb, and pretty soon everyone had gotten to my house (including Moriah) inside the 30 minute time period I left open to arrivals. (except for Taryn, but we knew she would be late) After about thirty minutes of catching up, aka pretty much screaming at each other, the craziness began. I had brought a speaker up and gave Hannah the ability to control the music. And she played Since U Been Gone first as a nice warm up to get everyone in the mood for some music.

We had a two hour or so dance party to songs ranging between It’s Raining Tacos and Roxanne. During which there was a lot of jumping and screaming and general organized chaos.

But when we got done with the dancing and the unorganized chaos began. Hannah had put her arms and legs into the sleeves of her sweatshirt, with her head through the head hole. And everyone else had to try to do this as well. And before you knew it there were five girls walking around like that. Falling over at random intervals, flailing around, unable to get up. Some got stuck, like Kimmie. And then you had Hannah, who’s skill allowed her to somehow leap on top of the bed while still in that form. It was a very strange experience.

When the sugar high finally wore off, we all gathered in front of the television to watch various movies. The first was Insidious chapter 3. This was hilarious because Sydney and I had both seen all of the insidious movies, so we would make jokes about what we were seeing. But everyone else was terrified. Kimmie screamed when Taryn walked in half way through because she thought Taryn was the no breathing man from the movie.

The screams after every jump scare, combined with Sydney and I cackling together, apparently was too much for some. So after we finished insidious we watched Bandersnatch, but we got stuck inside it for awhile, so we quit and watched Ratatouille.

Then it was like three am and we were trying to go to sleep, but Taryn was snoring so loudly. And Sydney was Not Having it, so I had to go over to Taryn and try and roll her over. But she woke up (which was so weird since she slept through us screaming) and turned herself over. So we could finally go to sleep.

But I couldn’t sleep so I was up until like six am and then I only got an hour and a half of sleep that night which was terrible.

Then we all got up and had breakfast and I waited for everyone to leave. Which happened by 11.

I went downstairs and watched an episode of Criminal Minds while finishing my homework for the weekend, before making lunch and taking a nap. My nap lasted two hours before I had to go to a swim meet at 5:15. That’s when the bus left.

I swam terribly because of my exhaustion, as well as my newly acquired illness, before getting home at 11:30 pm and going to sleep by midnight.

I then arrived at school with a cumulative nine and a half hours of sleep over two days, ready to do my aerobics in yoga. But we had the day to work on our projects so I took another nap.

And now I’m here, writing a blog, very ready to go and die in math class because I do not have the mental capacity to learn anything right now.

This blog may or may not have something to do with my swim coach, but I’m going to talk about swim and I couldn’t think of a title so that’s the one I picked.

Last night was senior night at swim and after having had two I would like to discuss their differences. The one I had for cross country was kind of sad because it was a reminder that the last race of my season this year would probably be the last time I compete in running which was a sad thing. It was also a reminder that I would be leaving a bunch of people I really enjoyed spending time with in less than a year.

Swim senior night on the other hand was quite different. For a couple of reasons. The first being that the coach makes me so very angry always and I will not miss swimming his atrocious practices. I also won’t miss 90% of the people on the team because we just never get the chances to bond since we’re always half drowned during the time we are together. The 10% of the people I will miss I get to see outside of practices anyway, so it’s not like the end of the season will come and they will fall off the face of the planet. And I still have club swimming, so the end of this season will not be the last time I compete.

What will be sad is my last time at swim championships in March. I’ve been going to this meet for the last ten years for my various club teams, and this is my favorite pool to swim in. It’s where I did my first 200 fly at 12 years old (because my father wanted to torture me) and it’s where I broke 6 minutes for the first time in my 500 free. It’s also one of the only times I ever get to see my swim friends.

I was on a club team called the FINS for nine years, but when my dad had to start working most days in Rhode Island, they couldn’t find another head coach to take the practices he left open and the team had to fold. Most of the kids I knew on the team went to other clubs in the area, and my two best friends went to a club called Executive. I wanted to go with them, but Executive has a required number of practices that a swimmer has to attend, and because I wanted to do cross country and not fail everything in school, I had to go to a different club.

I still see one of my close friends periodically. We meet up for lunch about every month or so, and my team swam against hers this year for high school in a cross over meet. But our other friend Amy moved away for private school so we don’t see her as much anymore. But we will see here and a lot of the other kids who were on the FINS at the championship meet in March. But that’s the last time I’ll probably see them. Most likely for the rest of my life since I’ll be in college and not able to attend the meet and then they’ll go to college and it’ll just get harder and harder to stay in touch.

But let’s go back to high school swim because this is making me sad. I think my coach just says things when he doesn’t know the actual facts in a way that makes it sound like he knows what’s going on. For example, last year we did our senior ceremony in the middle of the meet and the juniors all decorated the pool before the meet started.

This year he sent out an email saying that the ceremony would be at the beginning of the meet because “it’s tradition” which is just untrue so I’m very confused on where he got that. I think he wanted it to be at the start of the meet, which is fine, but why whip out a “it’s tradition” when the juniors and seniors on the team all know that it is not tradition? We would’ve done it at the beginning if he said it would be more efficient, but when you say “it’s tradition” and we know it’s not tradition then we just get mad for no reason.

Also he tried to force us onto the pool deck before all the seniors had arrived because we needed to warm up. It was 20 minutes before warm ups started, and a tradition the team does have is that all the seniors walk into the last meet together. Then he got mad at us which was funny.

Also he didn’t let Ashleigh read the senior superlatives she made up, which was tragic because they were hilarious.

Kimmie is the person I spent the most time with for about three months. I drove her to school, we had lunch together, went to cross country practice together, and then I drove her home. Some days I would then drive her to and from pasta parties.

She lives super close to me so it’s very easy for me to just pick her up and take her with me wherever I need to go. But as a result, I now know a whole lot more about her.

For example, Kimmie loves meat. She eats a meat sandwich every single day for lunch. These sandwiches come in variations, from just steak, to chicken, bacon and sausage sandwiches. It depends on the day. Sometimes if she doesn’t have enough bread she just brings meat in a bag.

On this day Kimmie did not have enough bread for her meat sandwich. She also did not have enough time to pack her lunch. As you can see in the picture, she brought two bags. One bag had two very large slices of ambiguous meat, and the other contained one half of a hamburger bun. In the picture we see Kimmie, eating a slice of meat in half of a hamburger bun, folded up like a taco. This is honestly a typical lunch of her.

Kimmie’s love of meat is well known by the entire cross country team. We have a list of quotes of the things she says. I will place them throughout this blog.

“THEY DON’T SELL THE SAUSAGES AT COSTCO”

-Kimmie Harding at a cross country meet. Said in extreme distress after finding out her favorite sausages weren’t being sold at Costco anymore.

Another thing we know about Kimmie is her fear of Ms.Gounis. I consider this fear to be entirely irrational, and Clarissa agrees. So of course, yesterday, when Ms. Gounis asked us where we were going during lunch we told her. We then asked her to come and visit us because Kimmie is afraid of her.

When Ms. Gounis entered the room Kimmie turned bright red. It was hilarious, but Kimmie said she considered it traumatic. That was definitely her using hyperbole for comedic effect though.

“MARY WE’RE GETTING MEAT TODAY”

Mary Teeple’s Dad is an excellent cook and he cooks meat for Kimmie’s family. This is one of the most exciting things for Kimmie because she loves meat so much.

Kimmie also loves dogs. She has a picture of my dog Sasha on her water bottle because Sasha is one of her favorite dogs.

Since Kimmie and I drove together every single day for so many weeks, we also have a few traditions.

The most important of which is that every time we are in the car together and it is not 7 am, we scream the song Since U Been Gone. (7 am is just too early. No one has energy for that) But it started on the way home from one pasta party when we were just a little too hyped up on sugar. Since U Been Gone came on, and we turned it all the way up and screeched all of the words at the top of our lungs.

hi-Joy

at lunch I made a new group chat for some cross country people in order to try and organize a sleepover on Sunday night. Writing my usual obnoxious and weird text telling people all of the information they would need to know was one of the most difficult things I’ve had to this week. Where it would have usually taken me a few seconds, I stared at my phone for a solid three minutes unable to start it. I am so out of practice. It’s a true tragedy.

That being said I am really excited for the sleepover. Clarissa thinks she can come, which is excellent because she missed the first one due to stinky work. And I really miss everyone on the team. So much so that I am genuinely considering running track, even though I ended my cross country season in a way that I would only have done on the assumption that I would not be seeing coach Nabo again.

Now back to Kimmie for a little bit. On New Years Eve she had “a pile of meat” which consisted of steak ribs and chicken wings. Also today she was slurping apple sauce.

Okay I am getting very distracted so I’m going to zoom through the next twenty words and then post this. Bye.

Ms.Gounis requested more information about the specifics of Thailand, so I’m going to go into a little bit more detail here. But I’m also going to talk about the other adventures I have had the privilege of going on because I want to.

Thailand is an interesting place. There are Buddhas everywhere, and the people are an interesting mix. Most of the upper-middle class send their kids to international schools that teach in English, and these kids go on to attend college in either America or the UK. But people who work closely with tourists, like taxi drivers or waiters also know quite a bit of english.

The food there is phenomenal, if you get Asian food. Stay away from western food. If you want bread, go to France. You’re in South East Asia, the rice is amazing. You will never experience any other white rice like it. But stay away from most Thai desserts. If it isn’t sticky rice and mango, it’s probably not that good. But sticky rice and mango is one of the greatest desserts ever invented. It’s fabulous.

This is a snowman that I made out of sticky rice. A fun fact that I didn’t know before going to Thailand though is that there are three different types of sticky rice. I had known about the dessert sticky rice, it’s sort of sticky and sweet and delicious. Then there’s regular sticky rice, which is just a stickier version of regular rice. And then you have the substance that made Sir Rice Man. It is the stickiest rice ever. It is like rice cement. It is not sweet, it is just sticky and is eaten on picnics because it’s so sticky it’s nearly impossible to make a mess. Utensils are no match for this rice. Hands are the only way to rip it out of the container it is served in.

That is not to say it is not delicious. All rice is excellent, but this sticky rice was crazy. That’s why I made Sir Rice Man.

Another thing that I can’t remember whether I mentioned is that the level of tourism has greatly increased in Thailand. I’ve been there before. My first time was when I was six months old, and the last was when I was eight. But every time before now, we had been able to visit the Grand Palace and walked around it at leisure. This time however, was different. There were thousands of people there, it was suffocating and you could barely move around the palace. There is an emerald Buddha in the Grand Palace that many locals (since the majority of Thailand is Buddhist) like to visit, and when I was eight you could go in and kneel down and spend time there.

This time was very different. Since the Grand Palace was filled with thousands of people, it was not a fun experience trying to see the Buddha. Think of a mosh pit. There was one tiny doorway everyone had to file into and one tiny staircase leading up to it. Everyone was crowded around the door, trying to force their way in. I was walking in with my family into the building, waiting in line and then we got separated. And then I was stuck between to men. And then the two men were trying to push in front of a third guy. And then a large woman was behind me pushing me into the men. And suddenly I’m trapped between four people all shoving against me and I am carried into and then back out of the building by them.

I’m sorry if I already wrote about that but it was a truly traumatic experience. I couldn’t breathe and I was kind of suffocating.

But other than that the trip was super fun. Also from the title of this blog (lmao I was about to call it a video) I was going to mention my excitement for the trip I’ll be going on in February. I get to go to Peru with the school, so I will finally be able to cross South America off my list.

I’ve had the privilege of visiting a ton of crazy things, and this year I finally get to see Machu Pichu, which they may be closing soon. It’s going to be kind of weird after going to Cambodia, because they have so many more rules, but it’s still going to be really cool and I’m super excited.

Also thank you Ms.Gounis for switching me into your advisory. I was devastated when I saw I had missed it by so little. That was the most tragic moment of my week.

I know I said I would go back to my trip to Thailand, but then I got sick and really lazy so I never did, but we’re here now so that’s what I’m going to do.

After our trip to Cambodia we spent the next five days in Thailand. But the day after we returned to Bangkok, we left to go to the River Kwai. My dad wanted to visit the bridge and Hell Fire pass, because he and my brother are both really interested in war related things. If you are unfamiliar with these two items, I will regal you with the tragic tale of how they came to be.

The Japanese really wanted to be able to create a way to get supplies from Myanmar to their soldiers in Japan (I think, the destinations are a part I’m not super sure about) so they needed to create a railway that went through Thailand. Thailand at that time was on the side of the axis powers, so they allowed Japan to use their land to create that railway. Japan of course did not want to have to pay for labor though, so they made prisoners of war (mostly Australians) work in horrid conditions in order to complete it. The bridge over the River Kwai and Hell Fire pass were two infamous places that the men had to work.

Since the Japanese consider surrender to be one of the most shameful things ever, they considered the POWs less than people.

The museum and memorial for hell fire pass was super nice, and the Australians have really poured a lot of money into it.

After that though my family went to stay in a floating hotel on the river. It didn’t have electricity, but you were in a tiny shack surrounded by the water and it was really nice. Especially since the water was so warm and you could go swimming because the Crocodiles (aka sneaky water demons) weren’t around.

Then we went back to Bangkok for the New Year and such.

Not much else interesting happened. With my dads family really only two things happen, food and shopping. At each meal you talk about the next meal and plan on how you’re going to do shopping on the way there.

One day, we were shopping in a tourist mall so my brother could get a bunch of fake Supreme stuff. We then had to go to a mall called Central World in order to see a movie in the super fancy but super cheap Thai movie theater. On the way to Central World we did not walk along the street. Instead we took the weird sky walk way and walked from one mall through another and into another mall. We walked through six malls (each with about 7 floors and half a mile in each direction) until we reached Central World. (mall number 7) We then enjoyed “first class” movie tickets, with reclining seats, unlimited (and free) popcorn and drinks and access to their pre movie lounge with catering. These tickets were $20 each, so not all that much more than they would be in the United States. They also give you a blanket.

On the way home we walked through another mall, making the days total 8 malls.

Malls may be dying here but they are thriving in Thailand. It was a crazy experience. Because each floor is filled with people and they’re hard to move through. The places are never empty.

I honestly can’t remember what else happened.

Then we went home. We stayed in a lounge in the Bangkok airport and I took a handful of free mentos and the wrappers have Thai nutrition facts on them so when Maddie Donahue tried to see how many calories they had she was very confused. She thought her eyes weren’t working.

Then we flew home and I ate so many rice and meat dishes. But the Korean Air safety video was hilarious so there was that. I took another shower at the airport in Soul and it was the greatest thing ever.

On the plane ride home I got really bored half way through so I watched a Korean movie with English subtitles that the guy in front of me was watching. When I say that, I mean I peaked through the seats to watch the movie. It was such a strange experience and I still don’t understand what was going on, but it wasted three hours.

I’m sorry I don’t have anything else to say right now.

I was going to write another blog about my time in Thailand because I still have a lot of material left that I can write about, but since I have zero motivation to do anything due to my illness, I decided to wait until I’m feeling better.

Speaking of my illness, it’s the fault of my grandmother. She lives in Thailand, so she’s around the pollution a whole lot. ( That seems like an irrelevant fact, but trust me, it isn’t.) Anyway while we were there, she wore one of those half face masks so she didn’t breathe in the gross air as much. She even went so far as to claim she was allergic to smog. We just sort of shrugged it off like it was nothing, because she can wear the alien suck-your-face mask things if she wants to. Well two days before the end of our trip, she starts coughing. Like really bad coughing, she sounds so sick. And we continuously ask her if she’s alright, but she keeps saying “no no, it’s just my smog allergy”. Of course, we don’t really believe her because she sounds super sick, but there isn’t much we can do. Fast forward to the plane ride home, and my mom is starting to feel really sick too. Coincidence? I think not. My grandmother gave my mother the smog allergy. So apparently it wasn’t allergies. And of course I was sitting next to my mom on the plane, and no matter how little you try to touch the same things, you’re on a plane. The germs on those things are inescapable.

And now, here I am. Suffering of the smog allergy as well. And I think I mutated it or something because yesterday I had a fever. I didn’t want to come to school today, but we have a math quiz. I definitely shouldn’t take it, but I hate making up work and honestly I’ll probably do worse if I take it in a few days.

I’m typing this on my phone so the allergy doesn’t spread to a chrome book that three different classes use and no one clean. So hopefully the allergy ends with me. Although, I’m touching this desk, so sorry to whoever sits here.

ok those two unicorns just added to this and I have no clue how to get rid of them. There’s no trash button on my phone. They shouldn’t even BE here. I don’t have the energy to deal with this. I need to save my internal battery for math 🤢🤮. I wonder if the emojis will post with this. I have no idea. If not, after math I put the sickening green face emoji dude and the barfing one. Also the two unicorns that I sincerely hope post (cause otherwise I just spent a whole paragraph talking about them for nothing) look stoned. I’m not sure what face they’re supposed to be making, but that’s what they look like to me.

I was writing this yesterday, and my phone decided to stop working and close every single app I had open, including the dude I had to work on this blog. I of course, assumed that meant my blog had been deleted and promptly gave up and decided to nap because I had no energy left.

Imagine my surprise when I decided to open word press on a whim today during Spanish to find my blog entirely intact. Stoned Unicorn stickers and all. I honestly don’t know how I put those guys in here, but I’m not going to delete either of them for fear of never getting them back.

Yesterday’s math quiz was an absolute disaster. There were six problems, and I am pretty sure I got all six of them completely wrong. One of which I’m pretty sure everyone got wrong because it was the most confusing thing on the planet. But the others I got wrong out of inability to use my brain due to extreme feelings of nausea and exhaustion. Clarissa is a math genius so I’m pretty confident she did a lot better than I did.

If I get a 44% I would not be surprised. I felt worse about that quiz than I have in a very very long time.

Today Maddie Donahue brought me a glazed doughnut and hot chocolate out of the kindness in her heart and it made my day.

I’m going to try and write more about Thailand later. Right now I’m going to take a twenty minute power nap before creative writing.