And there went the rest of my day today.

Mom took the liberty to retype my personal essay with corrections Jessica and her thought would make it better. Turns out they made it worst. They misread sentances and edited them wrong, but commas in one too many places, put a semi-colon where there shouldn't be one. Mom sounded more at fault to it, cause she kept saying "I did this and that cause this didn't make sense" when she came home for lunch. I really wish she knew English better... or at least me better.

This is why Shakespeare didn't have an editor.