Today in reading class, I got hit in the head with a book. (A book flying thru the air). Then I went to health class but I was really supposed to be in study hall. I hope tomorrow goes better. I keep thinking about what I should write to Dax.
Okay, I just think that was really funny. Does reading that make you think I am blonde? (I'm not). Here is a lesson learned: if I had not been constantly thinking about a boy I might have been able to dodge the flying book (avoiding a headache) and then able to go to my classes in the correct order (avoiding embarrassment). Thus eliminating the need to worry about if the next day of school would be better (avoiding unnecessary stress at age 11).
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