Day one: Small but hostile
Day three: I suck at everything
Day four: Your brain looks infected
Day six: Out comes the eyeball
Day seven: What the hell was that?
Day eight: He's just a hairy person
Day nine: I can write, but I don't write
Day ten: Don't kill penguins cause other friends get sad
Day eleven: She stole my grape
Day twelve: I don't judge
Day thirteen: There's nothing exciting or fun happening today
Day fourteen: When you close your eyes and think of peace, what do you see?
Day fifteen: But we didn't do anything
Day seventeen: Non-negotiables
Day eighteen: The man who needs it doesn't know it
Day nineteen: Simple machines
Day twenty: Stink blob to the rescue
Day twenty-one: Keep your dear teacher happy
Day twenty-two: He particularly doesn't like this particular spot
Day twenty-three: How do you spell juicy?
Day twenty-four: Hamburger writing
Day twenty-five: High on summertime
Day twenty-six: I kind of break my own spirit sometimes
Day twenty-seven: That's just the way school is
Day twenty-eight: Plutonic love.
