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Note: This is a school day, so I only really have time to make this basic. I'll come back later on and describe this in more detail.

In the English class, and the first paragraph of the essay was not due, and instead we were meant to do something else . . . something to do with commas. There were two whiteboards that the teacher was writing on, and she told us she wanted us to make sure we wrote in cursive.

She had put a "top 10 students" for that class, and I was the third. Girl from my old high school was number two, and then a boy that I sit beside (who's actually kinda bad at writing) was number one. I remember the girl from the old high school was putting an answer or something on the board.

Then I was back home, but we (my mother, Dakota, Jon, and I) all lived in this other place, not sure where. Dakota had a new phone, and he was trying it out in the lunch room/kitchen. We ended up finding the bread rolls and eating a few.