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Friday, July 6, 2007 . 6:23 AM

Bryan sprained his ankle at school.

He came up with a fantastic tale of how his friend banged into him and he fell and he heard a crack in his ankle or something. He has been the luckiest lad: breaking his arm at five or six; breaking his thumb because the car door slammed on it; having some problems with his legs and ear earlier this year and now spraining his ankle.

Its like someone "blessed" him, Atra ono waise skolir fra rauthr.

But may he not be a shield for misfortune.

And a real plus sign: Mrs. Yip has been giving us piles of homework that can compare to the Beor Mountains.

I am getting exhausted by staring at weird figures and being demanded to find out their areas and perimeters and what not.

Someone give me a time machine.