So yes, my last year. Happy, but sad. High school makes me feel like a baby.
We get treated the best in year 6. (Even though we hear some kids on the bus saying 'I hate the year 6's') the best teacher that you can get. Running fundraisers, disco's, signature bears, and well this is sad, but the year 6 formal with ridiculous dances. Kindy was my absolute worst year, arriving to school crying, since I hated it. Now I love it. In year 1 I joined a "popular girl group" which is now terrible. I still had great friends, but until year 4, they left me out. Rude, arrogant people. In year 4 I met some weird people. Georgia: an anime loving person that loves chainsaws. Jaden: fish tacos and just plain random. Harriet: Harry Potter. Emily: well, you know. Straight up weird. Penny: uhhh. Georgy: Cats.
Now my daily diary.
Today was weird. Playing sport with rules that no one but me knew, idiots, and more. Kahoot with random people, all questioning why I was called Italy. And a year 6 fun day thing. Boring. I'm publishing now, goodbye.
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My life
De TodoA random story about yesterday, today and tomorrow. (My whole life). I have weird friends, drama and lots of strange things at school. READ ON!
