Today was Friday, and Fridays are days that we are in class. Today the topic was Death and Grieving. Because I am technically the only high school students my records were transfered over and she knows all my records. It says that my mom is deceased. I don't recall ever mentioning it to her, but I could be wrong.

Anyways, she's lecturing about death - cancer patients in particular - and mentions that they tend to accept death longer. She looks at me and asks me asks what my mom died of. WHAT THE FUCK! I answer her that she died of parateniel cancer, she then asks how long she had it, and I said 17 months. Then she asks about how our neighbors were and family. It was two weeks of rushing and helping, and then dead silence.

My face bright red. I did what I could to hold back, then I downed a whole bottle of cold water.

Fucking a.

Annnnnnnnnd... I'm applying to UNR. I wann live with Shawn. <3