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Tuesday, August 31, 2004 . 8/31/2004

Well it was the first day of school today. I only got lost once.. well, twice, but only the one time I was late. The art teacher is just scary. He does indeed have a weird sense of humor like he said, but it's not really that funny..

My mom drove me home today. That made me feel better, since I wouldn't have to go through the hastle of finding which exist to take to get to the buses, and to mine, 38. My mom went in the back to see where my bus was, and it turns out it's right near the back exist of the gym, and my last class of the day is Individual Sports, so that's good. I also would like to write, or type down more, but I'll save that for my journal/diary I have on my nightstand.
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