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Midterms are this week :( Yeah so tuesday i got out early cuz i only had math << 79 :( >> so me, danielle, emily, julia, and neal got a rdie from emily's mom and we got some food. We were actually thinking about walking through the drive-thru just to see what would happen, but we didn't. So then mrs. harmon dropped me, julia, and danielle off at the middle school and we hung out in there for a while. We said hi to all our teachers and then got yelled at and rode the elevator :) hehe Finally we go back to the high school and wait til the bell rings. Julia then goes to clean out her gym locker and comes back with a trash bag almost bigger than her! We go out to find the bus and its not there!
So us plus half of our bus is standing at the end of the line and someone says that our bus is in line but a different bus number just as the busses start to leave. I start walking home with Ian, Jimmy, and Curt. It eventually becomes just me when the boys leave for burger king. eh been there done that.
The rest of the week has been pretty fun. Friday after band me and some other freshmen (hopefully) are going to play with the middle school band as sorta mentors or something. Dad came home monday. there's really nothing in that. he forgot my horse's name and how old i am. hey he does that a lot. its not like hes the bset father in the world. and im not saying hes perfect either. i hate him and my mother, and i really dont why. maybe because when i see them fail its telling me that i will mkae the same mistakes. when they sream and fight it tells me that i will never have a happy message. beacause they are parts of me and i hate that with a passion. that one time he hit me haunts me when hes gone and sometimes when im not having that dream i almost forget i even have a father. does that make him a bad father? or me the horrible daugther?
So us plus half of our bus is standing at the end of the line and someone says that our bus is in line but a different bus number just as the busses start to leave. I start walking home with Ian, Jimmy, and Curt. It eventually becomes just me when the boys leave for burger king. eh been there done that.
The rest of the week has been pretty fun. Friday after band me and some other freshmen (hopefully) are going to play with the middle school band as sorta mentors or something. Dad came home monday. there's really nothing in that. he forgot my horse's name and how old i am. hey he does that a lot. its not like hes the bset father in the world. and im not saying hes perfect either. i hate him and my mother, and i really dont why. maybe because when i see them fail its telling me that i will mkae the same mistakes. when they sream and fight it tells me that i will never have a happy message. beacause they are parts of me and i hate that with a passion. that one time he hit me haunts me when hes gone and sometimes when im not having that dream i almost forget i even have a father. does that make him a bad father? or me the horrible daugther?