So many things happen in a day

It feels like I've been in school a week already. Today was day 2. Starting with a shower and a bus to another school. It's just such a long day. I'm not sure how this will work. We had to do one of those goal things in Cooking. And our favorite foods, things like that. Then he passed them back out and someone else was going to read them out loud. So  I promptly scribbled mine out. I hate hearing my words read aloud. NO. HATE. He gave me the worst look when the person tried to read it and it was just scribbles. The whole class is intimidating to me, I know no one. I speak to no one. The school is huge. I'm scared, ok? Spanish, I couldn't keep up with the alphabet, I couldn't keep my brain thinking in 'spanish'. It's very frusterating. By Biology, I was fed up and just, done. I couldn't keep my eyes open to learn about the stupid Big Bang Theory. Love the show, hate the actual theory. I don't even know what else we "learned". I spent all of my time glaring at the teacher and putting long pauses in between everything I did. She's amazingly tolerant. I hate looking at things through the microscope. Last time I did I slammed my head on the counter and gave myself a bloody nose. Fifth grade. I almost did it again today. Then she told us not to draw them looking like squiggly lines. Sure enough, I looked in the lense, and my slide was a bunch of squiggly lines. fml, right? I was nearly in tears with an overwhelming frusteration. My god. And I only see steve between spanish and lunch. When I shouldn't even leave the lunch room in the first place, because of both of our voc classes. He's going to do well though. History was ok though. He tells a lot of stories. I stayed awake. And he said it was ok that I'm dismissed Wednesdays. I don't mind writing him a semi personal letter for homework credit. Why not.

My bus broke down, but I went on steve's anyways. Luke's on his bus, that's wierd. Whatever. I left after a little while because I had my last driving hour. I'm not as worried as I was. It was alright. I OTed and hour too, and I was quite sleepy. It was like an hour five or something. I have one more OT, then a mazillion OOC hours. I'm so close to done. Kinda. Went back to steve's. I was so starving. After I got home I spent literally hours finishing my book and typing and writing summer reading. With some side tracking, but still. Mother made me delicious potatoe squares. I got the summer reading done though. I'ma bring it and my community service hours in tomarrow to school. Full credit FTW. I really need to get some sleep. I've been so tired, this is going to get old, very fast. Six hours, more than my natural need, but two less than my medications require. And I'm already going to be about an hour late to get to bed tonight. Why am I so compulsive at filling this in. I just feel like I have to, and since I said this, I have to say that. That leads to this, and back to that, and I'm a talker sometimes, and blah, blah, blah.

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