Yes, 12 year old me snuck in a joke about the arbitrary nature of our calendar. At least that's what I think it was about.
PHONE, PHONE, PHONE!!! That’s all I hear. Well maybe not.
I do not like Steve anymore. I mean tomorrow’s June 8. School gets out on June 12. Steve still hasn’t asked me out. I will never have a phone. Steve will never ask me out.
Seriously, the acronym for my middle school was "P.M.S."
I am nervous about PMS. Okay nervous?!!! That’s a real understatement. I’m pullin’ my hair out about this!
Fifth grades been fun, but now it’s almost done. Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Not!!!
Whatchu think?