The daughter's unhappy because I won't let her drive over to the school and back by herself. She hasn't spent a month driving with us in the car with her, which we wanted her to do to show us that she could. Truthfully, I think she could do it. But she didn't do what we asked her to do.
The mento didn't read the material I gave him to prep for a test this week. He said he did look at it; he just didn't read it.
And my French lesson was hard, because, of all things, I'm starting to confuse words I know, like fourteen and forty. Sometimes, I think of the Spanish, not the French. Gah.
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