At school. Stressed out. Got my glasses, or found them.. Last night.
Missing homework. And my locker key.
Just because I can picklock it,
doesn't mean I wont have to pay 15$ at the end of the year to pass 8th grade.
For losing my key.

We've got math today.
I'd rather
be in math, than a mental hospital again.
But I'd rather fight with Myke abotu going than go to math.

But he's not hear,
and yelling at Corny doesn't help,
when he doesn't understand me when he closes his eyes, and can't read my lips.

Anyway,
like he'd actually tlak to me about it.
Last month he picked me up and carried me into math
when Myke was sick and couldn't come to talk with me.
I'd just get picked up again.

But, back to the point.
I'm going to the office, to request buble baths to be given to 8th grade.
During the Math periond hour.
And for naps to be taken during Social Studies.
'cause it's only a repeat of last year.

And earlier, just to prove my sanity,
I actually slowed down my speech,
and said real slow like to the non fornicating snob in my class.
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little confused,
kind of like when you try and read the bible, I've noticed you read it upside down. Youre confused to."
So I feel accomplished.

I guess I'm getting better.
Myke'll be proud.