Day 3, late.
Sunday, August 16, 2009. 9:43 PM.
Basically, I forgot to write on Friday night about how Friday actually went. I don’t really even remember now. All I really remember is that I took Caitlin from school and we took Hannah home, saw Judy in an electric wheelchair and a clothes basket, a black man asleep on his porch, and the shadiest part of town ever. It was fun.
I’m dropping AP English 12 tomorrow. This is just like me, though. Give up when it gets difficult. I just know I’m not going to be able to handle it as the year progresses. I’m a quitter.
All of my other classes are fine, though. I think English 12 Honors would even be OK. I’ll have to see what I can do without fucking up my entire schedule, which I’m just now getting used to.
Until tomorrow, goodnight.
