Spanish, to say the least was my worst class yet. Sure, its not my hardest class. But it's definitely not the easiest, not that conjugating verbs is easy. I mean come on, do I look like I know the difference between eres and son? Because I sure don't. I don't know how I plan on taking Spanish all four years of highschool. I was just about to start banging my head against my desk when the bell rang. Lunch! Finally!
Super sorry for the terribly late updates, high school is hard. I basically have no free time. (I'm writing this just after reading a 434 page book within a span of three days.) Marching band is good and the school play is turning out good as well. (If just finishing the platforms for the humongous set is good.) I'm trying to type this on my tablet, which is very difficult.
If people are wondering where the chapter came from, I'm not having the best of luck in Honors Spanish.
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The Mind of The Average Teenager
Teen FictionBecause I got bored. I changed parts of the third chapter because I realized I was writing Carson's schedule.
