So I just squashed a bug.
And then I dropped it.
And now there’s a dead bug in my room and I don’t know where.
But that’s not all…
Next Tuesday, our teacher is making every single person do a speech answering how the Spanish impacted the Aztec society, religion, or the economy.
I mean, normally, I tend not to participate in class (welp) and even if my teacher asks me a question, I just respond with a one-word answer. But now I have to speak an entire PARAGRAPH IN FRONT OF THE CLASS. AND IT’S FOR MARKS.
And I don’t even know what to say. I hardly even know the answer.
I’m actually remaining pretty calm right now, seeing how I’m really dying inside.
RIP Grace. If I die, you know who to sue.