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Hey guys guess what? I should be in Global History right now but I'm sick. I felt like crap on Sunday but I decided to go to school because we had an important meeting for Debate club. So I came home last night from Debate like dying and crashed on the sofa at like 6. When I woke up it was 7 in the morning and I had done none of my homework. My parents let me stay home from school which was a miracle. I tried getting more sleep but I hate to sound like a nerd but the feeling of not having done any homework with a Bio test tomorrow made me feel... ehhh a little on the nervous side. So I decided I'd study and post this then crash a little more. Last night my mom made me take my temperature. I was waiting for it to beep but it wouldn't. It just kept getting higher and higher. Finally at 104.7 I took it out and told my mom that was my temperature because if I let it go I'm sure my mom would have freaked. I have this weird thing with my body temperature. It shoots up to 105-ish but then it also crashes to 96-ish sometimes. I know some of you guys are like whatever but I thought it was pretty cool when the doctor told me that.
Speaking of report cards, it's nice to vent guys. For those who did well congratulations. Keep it up. For the ones who could have done better and know it, there are 3 quarters left! And middle school honestly does not matter. Unless your taking a high school class with regents tests but I think that's only for New York. I remember for 8th grade math I did horribly but then I aced all my Regents and State Tests so I ended up with an A so its cool to chill. I think 1st quarter was fine for me. I was worried about Spanish and Bio because I honestly did not try AT ALL, meaning I copied homework from friends in the mornings before I had that class. But apparantly I got an A- in Spanish and a A in Bio. I'm pretty sure I have straight A's except maybe Global with an A+ because that teacher loves me for some odd reason.
But that is not fun to talk about. Report cards suck butt. I have to say one thing. Besides CTY, I do not get along with Korean people my age. There's something really pretentious or just plain old annoying about them. I'm saying this because my dad is making me go to his church and all these people either a) have no social life or b) are jerks. They think I love them which can't hurt but I also want to get the point across that I want to get out of there ASAP. UGHH.
I was at the mall. And you know those carts where they have like sparkly stuff? Well the person there was asian and he was an old man. He looked really tired and sad. Before I knew he was Korean I was trying to communicate in english and he didn't speak the language that well. For some reason, this hurt me. I tried to think how out of place he must of felt with like Coach and Louis Vuitton around him. I wondered if he made any money out of this. I wondered if he had a family that needed him to work. I ended up buying alot of stuff from his cart thinking I could try to make a difference. I had my friends try on headbands and stuff and convinced them they should buy it. Although all of us together did not buy that much stuff the total still came close to $100 if you added everything together. When I got home, the earrings I bought broke and the glue for the barretts dried and snapped off. I told my mom and she laughed and told me I needed to toughen up. She told me lots of people buy stuff from the cart and that he makes an incredible profit because even though I bought the earrings for $20, he bought them wholesale for almost $1. I should have felt relived and perhaps and little ripped off. But I still felt burdened like who was I to buy all this stuff that he maybe couldn't afford? I felt really guilty living in my house when there were homeless people. I felt guilty eating my dinner when there were hungry people all over the world. And most of all, I hated Paris Hilton and Bill Gates for not helping them. I hated them for spending so much money on luxuries when people couldn't afford neccesities. I hated myself for doing the same too.
So I donated alot of my clothes to the Big Sisters clothing fund thingy. YAY! That was my sappy story of the day.