Longest day of my life.

Sitting here, just here. I don't need to be anywhere else at this time. Kidding, I have to be at a handful of other places. I'm wondering so many things. Things like why a cardboard box stacked away on a closet shelf with no door in B-17, says "E. Lang" written down the side of it in bold black letters. Who is this E. Lang, and do they know that their box is here? I wonder what's inside. I wonder why the other people in this class can't go 10 minutes without talking, but that's probably how they got here...right? Not much is going on today, except in school suspension. I had my phone out in class. That's not fair, now is it?

why?We keep making eye contact. We keep exchanging smiles. Oh, how I wish I could go back in time and change so much from those months at a time.

Everyone who walks in, mumbles, "We've got a full class in here". Even though there's only seven of us.

Honestly, this isn't worth writing about.