Friday the 20th March:
Heeeey, remember when I said I had plenty of time to do what I want? Yeah, turns out I have no time at all. I was living the best week of my short and insignificant existence. Not a single teacher came forward and gave homework or even said “Hey, I’m alive, prepare yourselves”.
I just woke up, it’s 12am, and I had a really good dream with Leonardo DiCaprio, Bob Morley and my crush in it. I opened my phone and guess what the first thing I see is? No, not a message from my crush (but I would have liked it),15 notifications from ProNote.
Umm… excuse me, what the heck?
The teachers are literally bombarding us with homework! I feel like a soldier in the trenches in WWII, waiting for an atomic bomb to fall at any time. I’m sure they did it on purpose; I can even imagine the scene:
- Hey! I think it’s time that we give those brats some homework. How about we all give them at the same time? A good idea, isn’t it? (don’t forget that sadistic smile on their face)
Anyway, it’s fun writing this journal and I hope it helps me keep my mind clearer. I’m actually a very important person with some top secret government information and I feel like I’m going to die in a few days so I’m writing this. Joking, but I really feel like that. I’m just doing this for myself, so I stay sane (or maybe, in another universe, my English teacher told us to write this as a homework. Who knows? It wouldn’t surprise me.)
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Lockdown Diary of an emotionally unstable mess
Storie breviIt's been about a month that we're all stuck at home. Some people doing better than others. I think I'm starting to lose track of time, and being alone with myself isn't doing me any good. So I decided to write this. To stay sane, and remember this...
