The third school day wasn't half bad. My math class is cruising through sections while my ENGL class is taking its time. I feel pressured all over again each moment I write something... Every time I take an ENGL class, I sense someone, who has amazing language mechanical skills, is reading my blog and taking note at how unprofessional I am with my writing!
I'M SORRY, IMAGINARY JUDGE!
DIDN'T YOU READ THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG? IT HAS THE WORD DIARY IN IT! THAT MEANS THESE POSTS YOU ARE JUDGING WEREN'T MEANT TO BE FORMAL!
... Though I do try to make them as interesting as possible.
Tomorrow, same stuff different day. Except, I have therapy in the afternoon... Or evening. I don't remember...
On Friday I have my first essay due. What am I going to write about? My interpretations of a poem and how they connect to this poem.
Am I prepared??
No.
But like what Markiplier says, "My body is ready."
Speaking of funny dudes, here's a heartwarming (and unfathomably humorous) YouTube video of BatDad's Vine compilation. Please, enjoy.
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