So, I feel like Emily Dickinson (not in the poetic way, but in the hermit way), because I haven't been out of the house all weekend. I feel disgusting. My desk is cluttered and the contents of my school bag are all over the place. I have some cleaning to do...
State testing starts on Tuesday, and I'm not really nervous. I find it strange how specific the instructions are in the packets, like "Fill in your name in the bubbles below ONCE, then wait for your teacher to tell you what to do next. Do NOT turn the page!". Considering that some sort of machine grades these tests, you'd think that the people who actually take them are not slow-minded. I'm probably not making any sense here, but still.
On Thursday, I have track, and my flour-baby assignment starts. For two weeks I have to carry around a five-pound sack of flour, and write daily journal entries. My health teacher has to come up with scenarios for all of us (thank God that we're not being paired up, because one kid asked if we had to breast feed our "babies"). Hopefully I'm a single mom; being stuck with an imaginary spouse will suck.
Well, sorry for the short post, but there's not really that much going on at the moment.