Tuesday

I hate my alarm. Ate Peanut Butter Captain Crunch and a banana. Barely got to school on time. I had to run through the parking lot. Good thing I’m fast. Math was nutso. I have no idea what that old Asian guy is talking about. I swear to God he’s speaking Japanese most of the time. I could probably use a tutor, but there’s no way I am doing that. Second class is Science. We’re making rockets to shoot off down at the track. It’s pretty rad. Dave and I are going to launch the furthest, if it doesn’t explode at take off ha ha. Third period is just a study period in which I drew a massive dragon eating a man that kind of resembles my father on the back of a C+ Geography test. There’s no way I deserved a C+, but the teachers know I need it to keep wrestling. Last class is History. Apparently boxing was big during the depression. After school, practice. I was on fire today. I felt like I could pin the Hulkster. Mom just gets Chinese for dinner. I swear to God mine was moving. I try to look over Geography, but I seriously don’t think knowing how to spell Ucr- Ukrane? is going to help me win on Saturday. I call Stacey instead and she chats my ear off until I can’t stand it any longer and say I have to go. I look over my Playboy and imagine Miss July is Stacey. It doesn’t work.