As soon as we got home, Nicole started her strategic plans. It consisted mostly of her whining at Rastor to do his laundry because he smells, him finally giving in, and Nicole cackling as she placed a red sock she had into the washing machine after Rastor left.
Shaking my head at her, I headed to my room to change my clothes and study a bit of the material that was given as an assignment to some of the classes I had. The day was a bit tiring,but it was nice because as the teachers gave their lectures on the subjects they teach, I felt that I was being reminded of some of the things I already learned before.
It was a bit refreshing to know that I’m constantly rediscovering who I am, even if the progress is slow. At least there is still progress. This is what I constantly tell myself, know
