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I have a January term that's two weeks long, but it isn't technically school. It doesn't count as part of the semester grade. I start the term on the 3rd, but I go back to school on the 17th I think.
God I hated yesterday. My dad forced me to go to New Jersey to see my "sick" grandma in the hospital, and she was fine. She was just visiting her doctor for a check up, ugh. Yes I was there in the waiting room there all day.
Oh I love waiting rooms, with their ancient copies of TIME magazine and recirculated air full of sick people's germs and kids crying and screaming and nothing beats a beautiful beige color scheme for the walls.
On December 26 of last year, I had to be in a waiting room surrounded by sick and injured people. That was when my grandfather tripped outside a gas station. He had a really injured face, but luckily, he's alive and well today.
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