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Hates that she has to miss school.

I hate it soo much.

Makes me want to cry.

Ogee cry for school.

I hate math.

Maybe it's just that teacher.... wish I had another.

Wish I had a teacher that would actually come up to me and ask if I need help.

I know I could never ask for help.

I could never be a burden... but now my teacher thinks I don't care... I do.. I just don't work well with numbers.

I am a word person.

A person with a love for beauty.

Art, words, music and History.

Not for numbers.

Numbers do not compute in my brain.

I need help.

I thought senior year supposed to be easy... maybe it truly is just the most difficult.

99.4%

That, my friends, is my temperature.

It is pretty high if you think of it.

Not high enough to be a fever, but high enough to be beginning of a fever.

It is only raising.

Well it dropped, then rouse.

So I am awfully confused.

I did just take some pain killer, but I only feel worse.

I really hope I feel better tomorrow.

I had plans.

I was going to have a social life.

I truly hope it drops rapidly.

Check: 99.1% at the moment.

Thank goodness, it dropped a bit.

It's truly awful, school starts soon and now I am sick.

I have an appointment with Ms. Alonso Monday, so I can fix my schedule before school starts.

You know, so I can have everything perfect on the first day of school.

Well, I am going to read until I pass out now.

Almost done with this book, it's actually good.

It's about ghosts, life and ex-slaves.

I like it.

I have to finish today or tomorrow.

Then I finish White Noise, then I read up on the book I had no time to finish.

You know so I am a bit more prepared if there is something to do with the middle or end of that book.

Since, I only read the first part.

Now my temp is: 98.8%.

So either I am getting better or my Spongebob thermometer is crazy.

Well wish me well, bye bye and nighty night.