During math class, everyone got their quizzes back before me squealing about how they got good grades. And then my teacher handed me mine, and I felt terrible. I was going to cry right there!
And yes, I cry a lot on school. I mean, not like actual tears, but a sad face and whining. More like 'crying out' than actual bawling. One time last year this 7th grader (now 8th grader) hit me in the lunch line by accident and the cake from my dessert plate fell off! SPLAT! Onto the floor! The chocolaty deliciousness all covered in the grossness that is the Dining Hall floor!! I start whining and he says 'Crap! Sorry! Sorry, don't cry! There's more cake! Don't cry!'. I actually did this because I thought that causing a scene at that particular opportunity would be hilarious. And indeed it was, because I opened my eyes and turned around to grab some more cake.
In P.E., we practiced shooting. I only made two baskets. Even with a jump shot! GOD! I hate being short. I hate being laughed at for the actual things that count. People don't really get it. Although, it is kind of funny when the people taller than me laugh at me and then try to make a basket but actually make an air-ball. GOOD OLD FASHIONED KARMA
I built up the courage to say hi to Him. Well, no, I told to tell Him I said hi. I wonder what his response was? Middle School is more intense than ever! Kai, battling bad grades, sports, love sickness AND homework! Talk about an action-packed LIFE!



HAPPY HOLIDAYS BITCHEZ


Peace

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