blue ink #4 & illegal finish line

Yo. It's 11:06 on a Monday and I'm in etude. I would have been in math right now but they moved that to 4:55 for some odd reason and now I have another etude. Sigh. But I'm just so happy that Becca is reading my blog again. That is very cool. I sort of have homework- finishing my independent French, reading, studying georgraphie or Spanish and yeah. But it helps to write. It's fun. Except for the irking aftermath of a sore right hand. Perhaps I can write some poetry. They have a different teacher in etude that I haven't seen before. Looks younger, tan, and brown hair flowing over and around her neck. Seems like an OK teacher.

I wore jeans today. It's sort of chilly. Not many kids here wear shorts now. And I'm also wearing my Strong Bad hoodie, which is cool. For some odd reason, I didn't bring one of my Slauson sweatshirts. Ugh. I so should have. I guess people really do grow because the last time I wore the Strong Bad hoodie it was quite large. But now it fits better. Hmm.

I've been thinking (considering) about bringing my iPod when I walk to school. It's about a 15 minute walk maximum and might help me like... not be so... lonely or whatever. But then again I could lose it or whatever.

As I walked past the "school buses" (they use big grey tour buses), there was this kid leaning over the side of the sidewalk and he coughed and some pancake-batter-like stuff came out of his mouth. I could hear the barf splatter on the ground and quickly looked away. Behind me some girls said eww and whatnot. And of course I had to play it over and over again in my mind as I walked to my class. I tried thinking about dogs. Chester is a dog. I haven't talked to him in a while. I should send them an email or something soon.

Gosh my hand is sore. I have about 20 minutes till I go home for lunch. Technically, I only have an hour for lunch, but I don't really care if I'm supposed to go to etude. I mean seriously. I'd rather just do my homework or whatever at home.

Lots of coughs. I'm not sick really, but I might have the beginnings of something related to the cold. Last night we had chicken soup, which was really, really good (my mom made it). I almost cracked up into my spoon as I was eating when I remembered (I'm smiling now too) talking to one of my good friends and she said she wasn't good at flirting. Crap my pen just ran out of ink. But luckily I had another ink cartridge. Now the letters are really blue. Anyway, so then my mom asked what was so funny and I said, "nothing" with a grin. Ha. My friends are funny.

In geography I sat next to Quinn, who also doesn't know much French and is new. He's British. And pretty nice I guess. But I learned then that two confused and lost people don't make one non-confused and not-lost person. Instead, it makes a...

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I had to leave etude then. This is the "illegal finish line" because I didn't write this part in pen. But yeah. What I was going to say was that two lost and confused people make two even more confused and lost people. Also in geography, we had to write definitions and notes and stuff, but the problem was I can't really tell what the teacher is saying in French or write it down. So when she said the start of a phrase for me and Quinn (she was standing behind us and exaggerating it), I was quite off. It sounded like she was saying "different" but she was saying "defende". Eh oh well. I had to do a lot of that guess work. Like in Spanish, the teacher was also telling us stuff to write, and I just had to guess. Spanish was awesome. I sat next to Jess again, and we were confused. She's pretty confident and seems like a good student; she tried answering where something/someone was but was wrong. I didn't even like know the question. And then it was also funny, because (I'm started to laugh now) the teacher, who's short with strawberry-blondish hair and a crooked nose, had to use a large ruler to turn on the TV. Jess mentioned this to me and we had to cover our mouths from laughing. And then the TV wouldn't turn on because she had to plug it in. It was very funny. Ha ha.

Today was actually pretty good. Clare was wearing an OSU sweatshirt, which was gross. I asked her about it before math and she said yeah she was a fan. I expressed my dislike for them and we started one of those "No actually OSU sucks-" "no Michigan does" etc. things. Claire is like way taller than me, so she hovered above me saying, "Oh yeah?? Well you're short and Michigan sucks!!" we continued that after class. Olivia said she was "on my team" and I wanted to give her a high five, but didn't get the chance. After school I walked out of the school with Claire, Olivia and Megan. (I'll talk about Megan in the next part.) and I brought up the fact that Michigan beat OSU 57 times, whereas OSU only won like 42 times. So ha. And then as we were walking out Claire explained to Olivia that we were talking about American Football. I said smugly, "The only football," then Megan brought up that old fact that it's stupid to call it that 'cause we don't even use feet. I replied to that, "Well Americans are just weird," and Claire was surprised I would say that as an American. So I explained to Megan that Bush was... and she understood. But yeah.

I got a 3-hour lunch today. It was flippin' sweet. After that etude with the 4th blue ink, I got to go home early and then had like 11:30-1:40 of free time. (*Pumps fist) And I got to walk home with my dad and Zach because they told him to go home till they call him back. He's gone to school like 5 times, not in the right class. So now he'll be in the right grade. Yay. I actually didn't get that much done, but I did finish my math homework. I should have practiced my trumpet. Then etude was full and I noticed Megan, her friend and this other smaller girl who had sat with and helped me in math sitting in the lobby thing. So I went over there and talked. It was a very interesting experience. At first they talked in French and then Megan was like, "Now it's important to be polite for guests," meaning the two other girls should speak English. So they did. Megan was like, "Oh fuock," and then looking at me, said, "that's English," They seem to like the F-word here. Megan told some story about how the doctor people at pharmacies aren't supposed to tell anyone else the patient's problem. So then this patient person whispered to the guy, "I have a constipation problem," and then the doctor person said, (Megan said this in a loud, loud voice:) "Hey, I need some constipation medicine over here!" and we cracked up. Then the lady from the Vie Scolaire came over and told us to be quiet. Then the smaller girl told some story that made like no sense and was like two sentences. After this Megan said, "Oh.. ok. I like your story..." and it reminded me so much of Becca and Anthony that I almost like... died. Not really. Ha it was funny. Then I walked with them to my next class, which was awesome. Megan told some story about how they were in some restaurant and Megan's mom yells out, "Megan, stop touching my {a-word}!!" Ha ha. I laughed a lot. I was happy. Ha ha! Anyway. Megan has brown hair that's sort of fluffed/curly on the sides and she has a tannish face. She knows some English, but I think is French. I make lots of friends. Well, no. But yeah. And then also she asked me if I "loved anyone in the class" to which I of course I said no. Then she asked if I was ever going out with someone. I groaned inwardly. I said no again. I was wondering when the kids here would get to that.

I felt so accomplished today. Practiced my trumpet, cleaned my room, did some homework and blogged. Blogging is almost the replacement for a writing class or whatever. Oh and by the way, if you're looking for a better vocabulary, interesting thoughts, to learn some stuff and "broaden your horizons" or whatever, check out this blog. Seriously, folks, that is a must-read.

My mom recently discovered YouTube and I find her looking at stupid videos about people that think CERN is like... in ca-hoots with Satan. This movie is pretty funny- the guy is so off. It is not true. My dad is against me putting it on here, probably because it is against his experiment, but guys seriously- this is not true. It's funny, ok? Well, in a way yeah.

This is not real.

Well, somehow this got to be a looooong post. I have to go to bed soon. I got my USA Hockey Magazine today. Cool. And I'm actually not hating school now. It's pretty cool! And the physics/life science teacher said I don't have to take the tests because I don't know French. So that's less stress I guess. I'll still study and whatnot, and my mom says around Christmas is when the students start to get French. So, 3 more months. And we might go to London on the October break (that's right- I get a break for Halloween! I don't know what I'll be though).

It's getting better all the time

I used to get mad at my school

The teachers who taught me weren't cool

You're holding me down, turning me round

Filling me up your rules

I've got to admit it's getting better

A little better all the time

It can't get no worse

I have to admit it's getting better, it's getting better

Since you've been mine