I was feeling kind of under the weather today. I haven’t slept well the past two nights. I blame it on all the sugar I’ve been consuming. I hope I don’t go into a diabetic coma from all of those Little Debbys…. but they’re SO GOOD. Since was was so exhausted that for the first few periods, voices echoed as background sounds in my head and my eyes were drooping.
I decided to skip gym. Well, not skip. That be SO not me. I decided to tell the gym teacher that I wasn’t feeling very well, and I guess that’s partially true. One part was that I was kind of tired and that my arms were cramped, but the other part was that it took me about five days to get over the pain from doing all of those push ups and I was terrified of doing them again.
The whole asking permission from the gym teacher thing would have been a whole lot easier if I hadn’t done the same exact thing like seven times during the first marking period. What can I say, gym just isn’t my thing. So, upon entering the gym, I quickly decided that I would not get changed and I went over to the teacher to tell her I wasn’t feeling well.
She seemed a little annoyed, but she let me go to the library. She marked me as unprepared until I bring in a note, though.