I watched the weirdest, strangest movie last night. I’m still not sure what it was about, or if there even was a point.
I’m sick of talking and thinking about standardized testing. Suffice it to say I sort of agreed with someone I overheard during a break saying, “Standardized testing will be the death of me".
I’m sixteen. No exclamation points. I don’t feel different; I stopped expecting to feel a change after I hit double digits.
Although it was cool hearing from my cousins and friends all over the world that I don't hear from often. The presents and chocolate cake didn't hurt, either.
The whole family has a cold. Even the cat has been sneezing.
My Spanish teacher had us translate “There Was an Old Woman” (who swallowed a fly). Ever since I’ve had a messed up Spanish/English version stuck in my head.
Sometimes hearing about other people hurts is reassuring, knowing I’m not alone. Sometimes it’s just depressing.
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My husband is a teacher, and he hates that he teaches to standardized tests. He wants to make things creative, but there is no room for that with all the tests. Im sorry it has to be that way for now.
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