Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 74.

I took this picture at 4:45 am. Do you see any peanut butter and jelly on that table? No. It is as empty as I am on B day. I love peanut butter and jelly. Why is love so easily promised, but so sparingly shared?

Fifth period took the AP test. I had a brief moment of joy when the AP Classroom server crashed and kicked everyone out of the test. If there is no free peanut butter and jelly, then I will harvest tears.

Sixth period once again saw the stranger show up to play Fortnite. I still don't know who he is, but we are at the fist bump level of familiarity. It's like a stray cat wandered into the classroom and is comfortable enough to keep returning. On the last day of school I will ask him his name. It's probably on the pass, but I'm really lazy about stuff like that.

AICE Global Perspectives doesn't even pretend to be working anymore. They spend their time plotting their escape from other classes. At least they come to mine.

I choose not to write about U.S. History. The betrayal is too fresh. You know who you are.