Malaria: My Story of Recovery

Last Friday when I was entering the school these guys with yard sticks were patrolling around the entrances poking peoples’ eyes out. They jabbed me a few times and pulled a gun to my head to check my temperature. Then they asked me if I was experiencing headaches or a runny nose and all of that. And then they let me in. Ever since that case of malaria broke out I think about fourteen or so kids have been sent home. I’d want to be sent home too but I had testing and I didn’t want to do make up work. The school has really been cracking down so far because once in a while someone will randomly pop in the classroom with a yard stick and make sure people are three feet apart and you automatically get quarantined if your seat is within three feet of someone who had been infected. I think they’re just going to these extreme measures because we’re sort of a laughingstock on social media and the school was totally caught with their pants down when the outbreak occurred, and they’re trying to rebound by being way too strict with the malaria policies. Not that it really matters because once the bell rings we all swarm in the hallways with no social distancing whatsoever. In ELA some random girl appeared. Last I saw her she was having a mental breakdown and ran out of the classroom. I guess she chose today to reappear. Apparently she got suspended because she was waving a knife around and threatening to stab people with it. She sounded very proud of herself when she was explaining that. Seems pretty cringe to me. I mean if she actually stabbed someone it would just be messed up but she obviously brought a knife along to look cool so yeah that’s pretty cringe. Anyhow we’re reading Shakespeare and no disrespect but it’s very boring. Shakespeare writes plays. Not books. To read a play in text form is mind-numbing. Imagine if a book was entirely dialogue and characters were constantly explaining what they’re doing to the audience. Science is boring I’m skipping that. In band we have to put covers over the bells of our trumpets which looks pretty cool. The teacher is expecting us to throw a concert soon but we suck. We missed half a year of school and about a third of our band classes were wasted because the teacher was out sick with malaria. He’s putting too much confidence. Also, he wants us to participate and play in parades during the summer, after school has ended. I’m pretty sure it’s required. This isn’t what I signed up for. Lunch is boring. Math is boring. Social studies is boring. In gym we’re playing softball which is just baseball but with a softball. Right now we’re just throwing and catching but I never have a partner. This happens every class so I have to pair up with the bottom of the barrel and play with the most unathletic kids to ever exist. During the badminton unit I had to pair up with this guy and literally he would just miss his serve every single time. And then when I served it to him he would miss. I didn’t get to play at all. Thankfully this time the guy I paired up with had a good arm and it was okay. Throwing and catching for half an hour isn’t exactly riveting. During the bus ride home as we were on the way to my stop we ran into a bunch of firetrucks blocking the street, about four or five of them. The bus driver honked at no one for about five minutes, and nobody came out to move the trucks. So then we had to slowly back out and take a detour. You could tell the bus driver was pretty annoyed because he started driving a lot faster and I thought I was going to die. Anyway I have to go watch that Demon Slayer movie soon. I watched a bit of the show but I thought it was boring. I’m not caught up on the story at all so I probably won’t like the movie. The other option was Mortal Kombat though, and video game movies are always bad. so guys, I hope dyou enojoued my blog. Don’t bother repsonidgng because your’ opinion is worng and you’re just a hatrer. sayonara!