Friday, September 16th, 2022 in Last Year of Middle School ~ 8th grade ~ 2022-2023~

In 1st period we had the last discussion group go, and we read “Copper Sun” the remainder of the time. In math, we started the second chapter of our workbooks. Then the walk for excellence began at 9:30. Shannon and I walked around the track, and we got to miss about 15 minutes of math, and all of 3rd period. On the walk, they gave us chips and a popsicle. Kind of counterproductive. We burn calories walking then you give us a bag of greasy, salty potato chips? Then a popsicle full of sugar? Anyway, it was fun- Shannon and I talked about memories from elementary school, and we talked about siblings. I completed my Apple watch’s exercise ring at like- 10:00! Then, I waited for Moos in the hallway. He said he woke up 7 minutes before the bus came, and he almost missed it. He sat with his friend again today. I walked over to my table. Today was Friday, so they serve pizza. Therefore, today I got in line for pizza. I only ended up eating half a slice of pizza. I haven’t been hungry lately. Then we went to pride, which was fine. Then there was science where we did a jeopardy game on layers of the earth. Then, in gym we got a free day! I almost got hit in the face with a football. It was like, an inch away. Then, I sat on the bleachers by Moos and Nolan. I had my hand on the seat of the bleachers, and Moos put his hand on top of mine. I went to social studies and it was normal, and then I got back home from school. As soon as I walked into my garage to go inside, I saw that I had a message from Moos. It read “I have a problem” long story short, he cut himself intentionally on his upper arm. He’s going through a hard time. He lost his papa about a year ago, and now it’s really taking a toll on him. He misses him really badly. I tried my best to help but in the moment I had no idea what to do. I tried to seem calm, but in reality, I was absolutely clueless on what to do. I really want to help him through this, and even though I dealt with (and am still dealing with) anxiety and occasional depression, I’m clueless. I’ve done that to my arm before, along with other things. I haven’t told him that I have anxiety or depression, because I don’t want him to have to worry about me at all. I’ve been handling it on my own for years, so I can still do that now. I think my depression scenario is much less severe than his as well. Later that night, I went on a bike ride and FaceTimed Vinny for some anxiety help. Then I asked if he was ok, and we talked about other things as well. I rode my bike home and not much else happened.