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Day 114, Friday, December 12
Still working on the applied kinesiology portion of my project. Sometimes this whole thing feels so huge I don’t know how I’m going to bring it all together into one cohesive theory by March. I guess I just have to keep taking it one piece at a time.
“Hey,” Nick Langan said in Mr. Fizer’s class this afternoon. “How’s it going?”
I looked up from the chart I was making.
“Yes?” I asked, because obviously he needed something, right? Like to borrow a pencil or a sheet of paper. Because Nick never talks to me. Nick lives in a world that doesn’t involve talking to me. I don’t understand him, he doesn’t care to understand me—we’re both fine with that.
We’ve been fine with that since about third grade, when he announced to our teacher Mrs. Tomarchio that he wou
