To wish me luck on my exam today, my mum punched me in the stomach.
I was like “what the hell!?” and she looked really confused, and said “I’m sorry, I thought that’s how kids these days did it.”
She didn’t specify what “it” is.
I was wearing patterned tights yesterday, and thought it would be a good idea to colour in all the gaps in bright orange.
I left it overnight, forgetting I’d need to take it off for my exam today, and by the morning most of the ink just wouldn’t come off.
So for my psychology exam, my legs were a similar pattern to that of a giraffe.
