So. I get up at 7:20am and take the 8:10 bus to school. When I come to school my dear friend informs me that our Swedish lesson is canceled, and that I don’t start until one o’clock. GREAT.

I’m a really bad blogger. I never update, and when I do it’s about something not even remotely interesting.

I’m so glad this day is over.

I fell asleep at around 3am yesterday, and I had to get up at 6 o’clock. Not a very good start, in other words. Then I had to sit in a classroom for two hours and write an essay in Swedish (my by far least favorite subject). After that I had to sit for an hour listening to my Math teacher explaining something I already understand over and over again. English for an hour was okay, but also only listening. The school day ended with 75 minutes of Philosophy…

What it shows is that although we might have been mistaken, we weren’t mistaken. If the chairs hadn’t been there, we couldn’t have claimed to know that they were; but since they were, we did know, although (on the basis of the evidence we had) we might have been mistaken. But we weren’t mistaken, so we did know.

Why did I choose Philosophy? WHY?!

After school I had band practise for two hours, and then a meeting. As a result, I got home at 8:30pm. Wonderful.

I should go to bed now. I can’t even type correctly.