Today I went to the Portland art museum with a friend. I promised that I would go worth her to something over the summer and I kept my word even if it's a couple days before school resumes. I always keep my word, but sometimes things are cut close because of my strict mother. I can't go out to do fun things two days in a row, but alternating seems to be a method around that. Anyways I made it a day so I went to the bank to withdraw some money for my siblings that my dad deposited from Alaska. It's his way of showing he cares, but the money typically lies around in storage for me, can't say the same for my bother and sister. After that I went to Portland community college to print some graphs that I made from a student survey at my school. It was some quick stuff, I want to spend the rest of my summer not doing school work and leave that for my student government class. The results are mostly for strategic planning, but some is intesting like my school is a 2 to 1 ratio of girls to boys. Male in senior class is 18% which statistics both are astonishing. I can see it when I go to school. Compared to the rest of the schools in Portland is very disproportionate. It's all pretty much 50/50, but I like my school this way for more reasons than one. The highlight of my day was of a surprising nature. I received a message from someone on Facebook. It seemed normal enough upon inspection except for the name: Angelica Thompson. She disapeared a couple years ago. Now not literally, in an amberalert fashion, but pretty much as fsr as I could communicate to her yes. No text, no Facebook, not sround town. In her message she thabked my for being a good friend and said that she thought about me from time to time. It was a shock. But I welcomed the sentiments. I can only hope good things to come, it's not everyfay that someone reappears into your life.
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