28 hours. I just want to collapse.

I really hate this.

I woke up and went down to the bathroom, and managed to hear my mom talk to Mrs. Kennedy about me going...

"He signed up for the convention before he quit the language. And his Latin Teacher is going on this thing, but he won't know until he walks down the language wing and turns into the Spanish room instead of the Latin room... He got to write a bunch of things for his school, the skit, things like that. They didn't approach him to do anything like that and instead are doing things like "Give me a W!" when he's definitely a lot more edgy."

And that was when I knew that my mom totally understood me.
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