There are ghosts in the house.
I count them:
Folded clothes, numerous.
Cereal boxes, 3.
Chocolate I’d never eat, ‘8 pieces’ times 4.
A plate, unwashed, 1. 73 more words
These days, every day seems busy and yet isn’t. I cannot seem to explain it. I have things that I would like to do for myself, like study or something of that nature, but then on top of that I am constantly getting pulled into something totally different by both teachers and students. 754 more words