Date: 12/22/2018
By probablymichelle
It was a school day, but I had forgotten all of my classes and the ones I remembered, they were shut down. So, I’d sit through other weird Mr. King classes and he’d call me out in front of everyone triggering my anxiety, so I’d have to find a new class. I went into Profesora Nosara’s class where she taught food art (btw idk if you could tell but she’s our Spanish teacher). I had serious anxiety because I didn’t belong but she accepted me and let me do the project and even had me get a reward. The project was a wanton wrap with a math problem inside of it? Anyways, i left to find my actual class and i couldn’t remember my fifth hour for the life of me. I woke up after I ate a gross ass lunch which was like eyeballs or sum shit