Friday, March 9, 2012

I was sad the day I got home

        Today I went to school. I had launguage arts. In resource room I saw Brenden Ryan's heart beat. I was doing my social studies homework. In social studies I had read my notes for the quiz. In math I did the work independently. In lunch I relaxed without Rodolfo Ayala. In PE I played vollyball. I served the ball and I hit the ball really rough. I smacked the ball and almost hit the girls face. Also I hit the ball and it sailed the ball really high. It hit the pole. I expect the ball to hit Mr. Kuney's head. I would be laughing. It wasn't going to Mr.Kuney's head. It hit the top pole.
       When I serve again I hit the ball so high and it came and went to the other side. I hit the ball again. It missed. Later I was making a hit, I banged my knee aginst the floor. I also hit the ball and it went so high like Tom Brady threw the football so high. It hit the cealling. I didn't break anything. Then it hit the basketball pole. Jia Wong and I were laughing. I almost a nosebleed in reading but I didn't. In science I was the first one who was brave to present the poster. I was reading clearly. At home I was crying. Mrs. Granda called and I didn't do my spelling. I got upset.
       I wanted to die. Or faint. I want to get hurt. I talked myself and I was talking nasty about Mrs.Granda like a fatty.

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