Once again, I have been forced to write. I don’t have anything better to do anyways, I guess. I already watched my Gravity Falls recordings, and the show is over too. I don’t have a topic to write about, so I should just write about random points in my life. I do remember this one time in third grade when we had to do a report on a bug. I chose a moth. I have no idea why. I think I got cursed because of that, because now I’m finding moth balls on all my clothes. Almost everyone else chose the dung beetle. I thought everyone was past their phase of thinking poop was funny. Then there was that time when I got yelled at fake guards. In my school, when you get to fourth grade, you can sign up to be a guard. You pretty much get to yell at people when they’re bad. So when I was in second grade, they had this thing called the Buddy Bench. You just sit on it, and kids can ask you to play with them. No one sits on it. So one day, I sat on it to see how other kids would react. That was the same day the fourth graders were going on the City Hall field trip. That means no guards. So then the third graders, who called themselves “Guards-In-Training” yelled at me for no reason. Isn’t the Buddy Bench made for sitting? My brother Khang says I can be annoying, and that may be true. I kind of annoyed them and made them go away. They never got in trouble. Then when I got to third grade, the teacher said some of us were calling ourselves “Guards-In-Training” and yelled at the whole third grade. This school can really be unfair. One day on my first year at school, there was this kid. He got into a fit for something, and got really angry. He took off his first shoe and threw it somewhere. He took off his other shoe and threw it at me. I was small, so anything that hit me hurt a lot. Even a basketball. So getting hit by that shoe was like getting hit really hard in the chest with a poker stick. Then a few months after that incident, there was a kid that went to the bathroom. While he was in there, the teacher was reading a book. After the first page, we just hear the kid from the bathroom singing. Like, at first I was hearing the teacher reading “The Little Train That Could”. Then I heard “A-B-C-D-E-F-G!”. Everyone was laughing while the teacher tried to calm everyone down. But the kid in the bathroom didn’t stop. “H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P!”. So after you read some of my memories from school, I guess you can say my school is weird, unfair, and messed up.