Catching Up with Connie

So, I'm not allowed to say anything about being forced to write this, nor am I allowed to just talk about random stuff. I was told I had to write about one topic and stick with it. And between you and me, I thought I always stayed on track. Yes, I know my mind wanders quite easily, but I normally talk about one subject. (Usually)

So, my one subject will be...... school. I will recite a little poem:

SCHOOL

I stay at home

and work all day

I do math

and learn of ray

I read a book

called Treasure Island

A story with a good hook

I play with the baby

and listen to music

and play with paint, maybe

I get yelled at

for this or that

And at the end of school

I walk upstairs

Yes, everything in that poem is true. I am reading Treasure Island, I do get yelled at, I do play with the baby and I do listen to music. (To drown out the sibling's voices) School is going fine so far. Being in 8th grade is exactly what I sort of thought it would be.

Being 13 is hard, and as a result I get yelled at a lot. But a couple hours alone in my room makes me happy Connie again.