3 June, 2025.

Today my Spanish teacher asked me why I asked her to just put my speaking final down as a zero. I told her I didn't want to waste her time because I didn't understand the material, and that I hadn't paid attention in over a month and a half. She asked why, I couldn't answer, and I almost started crying, I could feel the tears slipping away from my eyelids. She told me I reminded her of her son, and then she gave me an easier version of the final, let me off with a B. Other things happened today, but I'm tired and writing them will only make things worse. I'm going to finish reading a book and go to bed.