Saturday, March 24, 2018
This was the class I "liked" so much that one day, when my mom dropped me off in front of school, I just stood there as she drove away and looked at the school. I couldn't take another day. I turned, and instead of going in for another day of wholesome finger painting and paste eating, I walked a mile and a half home. Mom didn't buy my excuse of a minimum day, and took me back, this time escorting me to the classroom door, so further adventure wasn't possible.