This morning my dad woke me up at 6:20 so I could go to marching band. I got up at 6:30 after a few failed attempts. I got dressed and went upstairs. I immediately lied down on the couch and myself a comfy blanket. Eventually I got up again and went back downstairs to get my stuff ready. Then I went back upstairs and we departed at around 6:58. When I got to marching band I got my instrument out and walked out to the field. Then we worked drill for until our shoes could've solved all the droughts in the world. I came back inside, put my instrument away, and set off for Spanish class.
In Spanish, we were called out to finally listen to the PDA thingy. First Mr. Mac told us about proper bathroom and hallway etiquette. Then, Mrs. Lieudeman taught us about proper assembly behavior. Finally, Mrs. Bortle taught us about lunchroom manners.
When we got back to Spanish, it was almost over, so we packed up our stuff and left when the bell rang. Then we went to study hall, which was replacing choir because it was Mr. Levenhagen's daughter's first day of preschool. I worked on my math slideshow with Dylan. That was pretty boring.
Sounds like just a typical day. Did you find the discussion of etiquette silly? :0)
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