Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 12.

From the soil comes the forgotten dreams of squirrels, once the stewards of seeds now only the planters of oak trees. And like a squirrel I plant acorns in the soil, saved until forgotten, remembered only when an oak tree stands as a giant amongst weeds.

Today AP Government did the same thing I wrote about yesterday. It's on Canvas. Then they casually broke my heart, dismissed themselves when the bell rang and bled into the torrent of humanity that flows in the hallway.

Sophomore study hall waited by my door, awkward like they were all just put on display like garage sale socks. I invited them into the room and took attendance. Then it was off to the auditorium for pictures. I'd like to think that forty years from now, if clickbait still exists there will be an article about at least one of them saying "Look Who this Awkward Teen Grew Up to Be!" And they themselves will quietly close the article and look away and realize they are now as old as I was then. And somewhere in their mansion they will dig up an old yearbook and try to remember anyone at all.

AICE Global Perspectives learned from much more capable teachers than me today. We briefly went over the scoring of the AICE test and I looked into fear and it was fear that stared back into me.

U.S. History did the same thing we did yesterday, so feel free to read yesterday's blog post. If you do you will be the only one. Enjoy the solitude. I have come to embrace it.