To start the day off, all of my Health class got our fingers pricked! I found out my blood type, there's only one other girl in my class that has it. O+ Is my blood type, I've always been curious what mine was...And in order to know what we were supposed to do we had to listen to a British man doing commentary, that was the best part.
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| After I got my finger pricked, you can see the camouflage band-aid I got. BE JELLY ;) |
A lot of us were shaking in our shoes, others were all calm about it.
"Yeah sure, I don't care if you stab my finger and squeeze the blood out of me for your experiment."
I wasn't one of them. My friend, Bailey, helped me so much by making this face once the prick was injected through his skin:
And if getting stabbed wasn't enough, one of the moms decided it would be a good idea to play "Bleeding Out" by Imagine Dragons. . . It kinda brightened up the mood, though.
I really made this face the whole class:
But on the upside, we got colorful band-aids! Totally worth it.
And for P.E . . . We had to jog a mile. That was pretty tough. My time was seven minutes and fifty-two seconds...I'm pretty sure it was, anyway. :P
After that we played kick-ball, a game I hadn't played since elementary school...And I'm afraid I'm not as good as I was last time I played it.
And alas, the last adventure. My Mom had to pick me up late and quite frankly, I don't like being completely alone in an open space, so I was invited to a nine-year-old boys Birthday party by my caring friend.
We had a sword fight, ate cake, found the "Goodest foam axe for shredding skin" and calmed the hyper boys even though our legs were still sore from the running. Their vocabulary was impeccable, I must say. "Gooder" is a humorous word.
It's nice to act like a kid once in a while. A foam-sword fight couldn't hurt anyone...Unless you actually...You know...Get hurt.
Today has been an eventful day.
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