Oh G-d, this is not good. I've been awake for twenty four straight hours and now it's time for school. I was awake for the normal sixteen since I alloted eight hours for sleeping. I definitely know the importance of a good night's sleep, but as soon I got into bed last night it hit me! I was most definitely not feeling well. Instead of spending my night in my bed, I spent it in my bathroom with the toilet as my teddy bear. It was not a good night.

Now's the time I would normally wake up for school and although I have the flu, that is not keeping me from going to school! I am a high school sophomore this year and I'll be damned if I miss my first day of school since kindergarten! That wasn't even my fault, I had no liberties then. If mom said I had to go to grandma's funeral, I had to go to grandma's funeral. So that's it. One day absent in eleven years of schooling and it is not about to become two.

I have to keep this streak going. 1,864 consecutive days of school attended and it is not about to go down to zero! This isn't just about the streak though, it's about my school work. I've never gotten anything but an A except for that one B in second grade and that wasn't even my fault! Mrs. Bryant had it out for me! She thought I took things too seriously and decided to stick it to me. I would say I'd get my revenge, but she died in a car accident three years ago. That's what happens when you let karma take control of things.

I do not care that this is contagious! If they catch it, who's problem is that? It sure isn't mine, it is theirs. If I have to excuse myself to the restroom four times each class, it's their own problem if they judge me. When the teachers look at me with pity and say 'you look sick, you should go home', I won't do it. They're the ones with the problem. They have access to Purell and Vitamin C if they need it.

What's that one kid's name in my class? Micah, I think his name is. He's always talking about how he's emetophobic and has this fear of vomiting. He's a loser. If he'd build up his immunity like a real man, he'd have nothing to fear. I hope he gets sick. You have to face your fears. I guess no one ever told him that. I sit by him in English class. I'll have to make sure I talk to him lots and ask to borrow a pencil or something. Unless he starts drinking that Purell in his locker, he is screwed.

Well, I'm off to school now. It's about to become day number 1,865 for me.