This is me on the first day of grade 5.
All dressed up in my Texas Tech baseball shirt and eager (not really) to start the new school year. I only got out of bed for the promise of a sticky cinnie roll at the cafe near my school.
As soon as I leave the cafe, there is a dead baby bird right there on the sidewalk. I should have given up right then and there.
Instead, I persevered and endured all kinds of nonsense. Then I went to California for Thanksgiving (amazing fun times!) and then I took two months off of school (that turned out to be a good idea) and now I go to public school (which also turned out to be a really good idea).
RIP little baby bird.
