Claire, Olivia and some of my other classmates came and soon clumps of people formed around two teachers. Then I heard my classmates groan and didn't know what just happened. Turned out our gym teacher wasn't here, so we have 4 straight hours of etude. When Joey told me this I pumped my fist and said, "Yeah!" This was awesome! For me, anyway. Claire and Joey called their parents with their cell phones, 'cause apparently we might have been able to go home. That would have been great- get another hour or so of sleep and relax. But no- we have etude till 11:50.
So the point I'm trying to make here is that I guess things really do go OK. But for some reason, my first reaction to things, or the first thing I think/do is worry. I try telling myself it'll be OK, and I do and it helps, but I guess it's just that I can't see how it will be OK. It just seems so... like it's not going to be OK.
So anyway. Here I am, sitting on this chair with my pen and paper. Joey said this was the worst class. Eh. Maybe for him it is. This is frickin' awesome. I get to write a ton and have time to study for geographie. But there is like no way I am passing that test. I have to label continents, oceans, some cities, climate zones, forests, rivers, some countries and mountains and stuff. AND memorize some history about kings or something. Like, I'm trying to study for all that but I have to do like extra because it's in a different language. Argh. It's hard. I studied a little before I started writing this and I'll do some more later.
I want to be outside. It was nice. A little windy with crisp air. Makes me feel better. It's a blue-steel day but there is some sky-blue and the sun came out earlier. This is the type of and time of day when you should be writing/think outside and laying on the grass near your friend. Both with hot chocolate included. Sigh.
Claire has a bad cough. She's also wearing that OSU sweatshirt again... ugh. But she's like majorly coughing/blowing her nose. A ton of people are sick now. It sucks. But besides that, Fall is actually a pretty awesome season. Probably my 2nd favorite. I mean, what with the crunchy leaves, trees erupting with colors, recreational activities and smells, this season is like... just asking for poetry. It is quite inspirational.
Hey, this is a first- this is the longest "blue ink" I've written so far. Cool. Lots of typing today. But I get out earlier than yesterday- 4:40. But I have a crappy lunch- only one hour. It would've been way better if I had all of the morning classes first, so then I had like a 3-hour lunch. Oh well.
Everyone just like left. You might wonder why I am still here writing. I still have 2 more hours. So yeah. Oh wait, 3 more. Boo-yah!
I am now the only person in here except for the teacher. It's rather... weird. But she hasn't said anything to me and I don't really have anything else to do. Plus, it's not as if I'm doing something bad.
"Hey-Amelia!" I quickly looked up. It was Megan. "You're here all by yourself," I replied, "Uh yeah" as Megan and the two other girls from yesterday came and sat down. Then the teacher told us to move up, so I re-located to the 4th desk down, sort of in the middle. Some of my other classmates came in too.
I guess I'll study a little more. It's only 9:01. I also don't know where some of my cities are. But I guess it'll be OK. I'll pick up this pen in like 10 minutes. Not like you guys will notice.
It hasn't been 10 minutes, but I just remembered I had a spelling test today. Shizzz. But it shouldn't be that bad. Miscellaneous. Possession. Unfortunately. I think I'll do pretty well. But oral ones are heard. Argument. OK. Now for geographie.
Did you guys know that IVe millenaires av. J.-C. was the naissance de l'ectriture? Birth of writing. And also at 496 Clovis got bapteme- ed. Wow. that was a looooooooong time ago.
Where the crap is Shanghai?! I can't find it on the map in my planner. Ugh. I can't find Le Claire either. Oh well. I can use the Internet. Only 2 in a half more hours. I only have one English class today. I have math and Spanish like everyday. Except, Friday is no Spanish. At least tomorrow is a half day. That so rocks.
Last night I stayed up till 10:15 chatting with 4 friends. It was worth it. I cracked up a lot. But today I have to go to bed early-ish because I'll get like 7 hours of sleep the next day because of hockey practice.
I could read my book. I'm getting close to the bottom of the back page now. It's 9:22. I've been writing for about an hour. Wow. Ugh some jerk is throwing wads of paper around. And he made a weird noise. Woah, I just heard Megan say like, "I {f-word} you," then laugh. They certainly like the F-word here. I have physical science HW but didn't bring the books, and I don't really understand it. It's due Monday. The girls next to me are also throwing paper. What the F? Such a waste of trees. And therefore more dead Polar Bears. Sigh.
Fountain pens are cool. I got this one like 2 years ago in the US. It's a greenish-yellow with black stripes and like a dog theme. Obviously I'm using blue ink right now. *Stretches fingers and legs... I'm tired. But slightly happy. School doesn't suck so much.
Weird. There's some like... grown man in this class. He has light side burns, a mustache, glasses, is big and has dark skin. Maybe he like majorly fell back? Woah I need a
second sheet. Dang. This is going to take awhile to type. I hear whispering- low raspy voices like many small stones falling on other stones. Paper rustling-ripping and being written on. The kid in my music class with a mohawk has a small wad of paper on the desk behind him and his fingers are in formation to flick. He glances around, trying to look casual and looks at the teacher to make sure she isn't looking. His fist now covers the paper... he gets ready to flick... glances again and bang. The white ball of paper hit the chair and bounced to the floor with a firm tink-donk. He has a creepy smile. The teacher didn't notice. Yo, now he moved his tongue around in his mouth as if perhaps pretending he's making a spit ball... nevermind.
It smells slightly like stale, fingernails, paper and fake wood. My hand is seriously screaming so I'm going to read my Garth Nix book for a little. It's 9:39.
Now it's 10:13 and I'm in the library. I read some of my book but then the bell rang and I had to go outside. As I walked through the door, my nose immediately felt a light blue and bleak wind; coldness. I kept walking, treading on the grey gravel and becoming more alive, the thin yet powerfully not warm September wing bleeding through my jacket. I went to the middle of the pavement with lines and looked at the sky. Yellow sun poured like never-ending lemonade out of white-tipped, pencil-lead colored clouds. I saw a plane in the distance, the sky was like an ash-tray, yet troubled with the smile-inducing blue color. Suddenly I was out. Well, I wanted to get out; I felt caged in at this school, so bleak and foreign. The windows were black, revealing nothing. I needed to be somewhere else. Out. In space? In Ann Arbor? In a void. But yet with. I wasn't in the Lycee International of Ferney-Voltaire for a second, as I stared at and got lost in the ground. But then I was. There was a black bird flying clumsily. Another airplane took off. I was standing alone while middle school kids talked in French and English and laughed, dotted all over the paved campus. I could feel a part, a sort of blob in the back of my mind that was in that other place. Yet the rest of me returned, and perhaps had never left, when Fauzi said my name.
I forgot to tell you guys about Fauzi. He's new, from Sweden and is pretty nice. Short, sort of curly black hair and his face seems to almost always be in a somewhat saddened, innocent, curious and lost expression. He asked me about etude and stuff. He knows pretty good English and plays ping-pong very well.
The sun sneezed, spreading yellow light (goo) over the pavement, as if igniting the grey. But with the light, it also created dark shadows. Then the bell rand and the clouds acted as a tissue.
I lined up for etude and Jess came with some of her friends. She said hi to me first. Then they started to talk about some guy that had apparently fainted and his heard stopped beating. It happened like just now and people had just crowded around him. He didn't die though. Then Jess did this cool thing with her hand. "Hey- that's cool," She laughed and I tried doing it. You link your fingers and then sort of swerve them under and up. Then we lined up for CDI (the library) and they called our names to come in. I'm sitting next to Jess. She's cool. She played field hockey in Holland.
She's borrowing my calculator for her English math HW. I told her about how some guy brought a home-made bomb to Slauson. She was surprised.
Gosh my hand is sore. But tomorrow I don't have any etudes so I'll get a break I guess. This is my 4th side, 2nd page. Lots of typing. But it'll be fun I guess.
No one's asked what/why I write. Pretty much everyone here now is reading. I'm hungry. Only about an hour and a half till lunch.
I suppose I'll just read now. The rest of the day should be OK. I'm so glad it's only a year here, 'cause this school can really get to me. I'd get so tired of it. But after this, school's going to be hard. But then again, after this, school will seem easy. I can just imagine myself grinning vibrantly in my classes because I get to hear, read and speak ENGLISH.
And I am so visiting Ms. Smith and Slauson. That's like second priority after friends. Go Golden Bears.
Mmk I had to write again. It's 11:15. I'm in the library again- we had to leave it, then go to etude, then went back up here. I'm sitting with Jess again- we talked a lot.
She's staying here probably 10 years or even permanently for her dad's job. She might go to the Geneva International school which speaks English. She also sort of wanted to come here- she already had a friend. We were talking about how the teachers yell and stuff and Jess was actually a little more... non-optimistic about it than me. I was the one to say "chill"; first time for everything. Then she told a story about how the cool musique teacher talked to her one time in the class. He said like (in French), "Oh you're from New Zealand- that has a lot of cows," and Jess said, "Um no it has lots of sheep..." and then the teacher baah-ed. Ha ha. It's so awesome to talk to friends. Jess actually wanted to walk, sit and talk with me. I only have one class with her today. She's pretty cool. Nice British accent.
I only have about half an hour, and only 1/3 of the page or so left. This is like a new hobby or whatever. I like it. The library has a bunch of posters- there's one of Matilda, Indiana Jones, the 6th HP and Tintin, to name a few. The chairs are "wood" with bluish-purple plastic/metal legs. Lots of tack boards, some old black Dell desktop computers, blinds pulled 2/3 of the way down. There's a little corner with a few couches and magazines behind me. I think there's even a metal detector after the door. Interesting.
Someone's phone went off. My parents want me to have a cell phone. I'm not like... really excited about that. I mean, it's oo kay but just another electronic to take care of. A lot of my friends have one. In fact, I guess everyone in that "hang out at Amelia's porch" group except for Oren and I. Ah, and let's see... it's 5:30 AM there. So most of (all of) you guys are probably asleep. Then you get to go to wonderful Slauson! That wasn't sarcastic. Have fun, guys. But by the time you read this it will have passed. And my day will have too. I'll write about that when I get home. So far, life is a-pretty-pretty goosd.
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