Honestly I was kind of jealous when my friend got the band part I wanted. Not the solo, just a bit where you can actually hear the clarinets. I said good job and meant it, but I didn't want to hear her play it again right then. After school she sent me a picture of a truly terrible-looking calf made out of clay in art class and I laughed so hard Mom asked what was happening. I forgot to stay jealous. I still wish I'd got the part, though. Both things can happen in the same afternoon apparently. We're going to practise together, and she promised not to play that section twenty times unless I get to complain about it.

In biology we were talking about seeds and now I want to try growing the same kind in two different spots at home. Dad asked what I wanted to find out, and I said which would grow better, but that isn't very specific. Taller doesn't always look healthier. I also wanted to change the soil, which would mean I wouldn't know whether the spot mattered or the soil did. This is why a simple idea takes up a whole page once a teacher gets involved, except this time I did it myself. I'm drawing a little chart with room for pictures. My brother wants to name the plants before we've even planted them.

The calf with the blue tag pushed the bottle so hard I had to move one foot back to stay balanced. My fingers were cold around it and his nose was warm and wet against my wrist, which sounds gross but wasn't really. Then I ran up to the house because I'd spent too long watching him finish. On the bus my cheeks were hot and I could feel a little bit of hay inside my sock. I kept forgetting about it until I moved my foot. By lunch I was so hungry I ate the apple I'd meant to save for later. Nothing exciting about any of this, I just felt awake all day instead of doing the usual half nap on the ride in.