My life should become a TV series. The "slice-of-life" kind of show. Then we grab certain days, and make episodes out of them. Then we turn a year into a season.

For instance, today.

We broke the front door's handle. Don't ask me how. We broke it. It was kinda loose for ages already, so what pushed it over the edge is a question we can't answer.

So we place the doorknob back on carefully and let our teacher take the blame. It failed, but we had some fun at our teacher's expense.

In the end, I took the door handle and kept it as a souvenir.

Next up, my foot. I've been saying for ages that I've sprained my ankle 5 times from P3 to P6. Finally, I've sprained my left ankle. Again. For the 6th time. You see, I was doing sprints to train up for my Shuttle Run. The preferred method of stopping is to jam one foot sideways and let the momentum bring you down to pick up the object (paper cups, shuttlecocks, beanbags, etc.) before getting back upright and running. I miscalculated my speed and landed awkwardly when I stopped at the end. And, that's how I twisted my foot. Yay.

Mabel, Limping because her right foot hurts.