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This Week

I started reading a book in Spanish. It's been hard but fun! I don't think I've really learned any new words yet though.

I was reassigned to a different primary class. I'm pretty sad about it because I was just starting to get to know my first class. It's so sad in singing time when they turn around and look at me, confused as why I'm not their teacher anymore. My new class is pretty crazy. I don't know which I prefer, hyper five year olds or hyper six year olds who tell me they are very, very smart. Haha!

My dog is so weird.

I ate war heads with Sammy's little brother. It was so funny. I was trying so hard not to make the sour face but it didn't work. I had to. But Sammy's bro made the face first and looked like he was pooping. I felt like I was going to throw up. He had cherry and I had lemon, I had the sourest one. I'll do some pretty crazy things for respect ;) 

I watched the documentary Blackfish. It was very eye opening. I had no idea those sorts of things were going on in Sea World or around the world. I wonder what happens in zoos that we don't hear about because people didn't die. There's stuff going on that we don't see. All the time. And now I'm even questioning what I saw in the documentary. What is truth?! 

I got some pants for $3. Ahh yeah! 

Essays suck. So does the Communist Manifesto. (If you couldn't tell that's what my essays on.)

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  1. Itty_Bitty_WittesNovember 3, 2013 at 9:14 PM

    I apologize for my super smart almost 6 year old. I promise that your new class is much easier than your last. ;)

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