The Younger Twin dug up Mom’s hydrangeas. Why? Because the dirt was too good for them. She wanted to plant acorns so trees would grow.
What a day. It was by no means bad, yet everything went wrong. Even after reviewing my Response Paper for Medieval Lit, I still feel as though I unintentionally plagiarized. Nothing I wrote was in the critical piece, but my ideas are so similar to the author’s! I talked to my prof before class, very briefly as she was busy and she appreciated my honesty. Then I forgot to read the supplementary text for Renaissance Drama, and sweated bullets over a paper grade during the entire class (my grade was a B, but the spill at the beginning of class and waiting over ninety minutes got everyone worried). And oh yeah, I locked myself out of the house this afternoon.
I must have started a scarf seven times. Obviously the yarn does not want to be made up.