Today is partly cloudy. In math class, we had a test on ratios and rates (?). I’d been practicing hard for it—like, all out—so I felt pretty confident. After school at the gym, one of my shoelaces came undone while I was running on the treadmill. I asked Dad to help me tie it, but he got upset and said I embarrassed him. Why does he get so worked up over trifles like that? Maybe I should’ve learned to tie my own shoelaces by now. Honestly, I am able to tie them—they just come loose way too easily!

Today is partly cloudy. In math class, we had a test on ratios and rates. I’d been practicing hard for it—like, all out—so I felt pretty confident. After school at the gym, one of my shoelaces came undone while I was running on the treadmill. I asked Dad to help me tie it, but he got upset and said I embarrassed him. Why does he get so worked up over trifles like that? Maybe I should’ve learned to tie my own shoelaces by now. Honestly, I am able to tie them—they just come undone way too easily!