Finally, - after months of deep frustration, immense annoyance, and multiples asks to be invited - I am back, my weary fingers once again grace this wretched website. Last I was here, I was but a mere eighth grader, with the "H" still attached to my keyboard. Now, I am not much different, just a little bit older (wiser? that's debatable) and regrettably, a little less H.
As the collectable statues I’ve meticulously arranged along the wall silently bear witness to my struggle, let us embark on a journey through the chaos of the past few weeks, shall we? I am not excited.
November 6, 2024 - Yikes.
Erm. What a day.
After revising the curriculum for the next term, we began a troublesome game of Scrabble. Creative alien-ish words like "schlored" entered the match. Definition? That's open to interpretation. Is it even real? Well, does it look real to you?
Eventually, me. Aleena and Summer won. Yeah. I'm not gonna say anything else. Memorable day for bad reasons.
November 13, 2024 - Kinda fun worksheets (I'm not good at titles. Can you tell?)
With deep fear, I returned to the AEP classroom, and surprisingly, it was better than I thought it would've been.
Miss handed us a seemingly endless stack of seat work tied to our usual lesson. At first glance, I was utterly perplexed. The oddly horizontal worksheet lay on my annoyingly low desk, mocking my cluelessness as it awaited my less-than-brilliant brain to comprehend it.
For the first few minutes, my thoughts consisted entirely of "Huh?". But then - finally - a spark of understanding. From there, everything clicked, and the task turned into an unexpected breeze. It started to become exciting, flipping each page. However, Miss eventually had to stop us; and I was surprisingly disappointed.
November 20, 2024 - Hair Pulling Essay Writing
Every time we play Squaredle I have the urge to gouge my eyes out. Especially on that day; in which my incredible, excellent eyesight, paired with the clearness of the board (or rather lack there of), had a romantic dance atop my will to live.
Uh - anyways. Miss granted us with a graph like I've never seen before. Percentages that didn't even go up to the top and increments that made next to no sense, were some of the few guest-stars on this strange amalgamation,
Upon realizing the nonsensicality, Miss permitted us to not write the essay, but just revise our overview and paraphrasing skills if we believed we were capable.
Well, that was my second term so far. I suppose I am excited for the upcoming months, but truly, I just want to sleep. We will conquer this and I will be less emotional ! Wheeeeeeeeeee
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