Secret Number Twenty-Nine: I hate Shakespeare.
Today was a pretty off day. I wasn't really sad for a specific reason; I was just SAD. I hate when that happens, cause if I know what's making me sad, I can work out a way to accept it or just ignore it. But I did have fun with my older girls there; we kept making goofy faces at each other and just laughing about nothing. I'm gonna be pretty heartbroken next week when I'm forced to work with the nasty four year-olds.
Okay, Shakespeare is impossible to pick out specific literary elements. For part of my English Summer Assignment, I have to pick out 50. I'm already wanting to cut my wrists and bleed on the books pages...and I've only put down three.
School is approaching way too fast, and my schedule is fattening. I don't like this feeling of stress returning...maybe I should run more.
Well, off to let out some steam in my book.
"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I can assure you that won't happen again..." Grace Kelly; Mika.
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