blue ink

I could write a story from this. Well, of course I could. Stories can be anything. This is probably going on my blog. Problem is, it might get really long and it's annoying to type up written stuff. But oh well. It's 11:13 and I'm sitting at a desk in my second hour of etude (study hall). That lady from the Vie Scolaire is coming around to collect names of who's in etude right now. She looked at my name and gave me a weird look. But she's nice. I technically have homework to do, but it's in French and that would be really hard for me to do without help. After this is probably my favorite class, English. We're reading this book called Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee. It's pretty good so far I guess. Ugh these zozo's had thrown a pen at me... twice. One of them, the guy that didn't throw it, has glasses with un-combed blonde hair and glasses. He looked somewhat like what most people would call a "nerd". The other guy is shorter with a fatter face and blondish hair. They said something to me in French, I think telling me to give them the wad of paper they threw and missed with. I just looked blankly at them and turned around, holding in my insane anger and pissed-off-ness. Then the guy threw the pen at me a second time. Ugh. My left shoulder still hurts a little. JERKS. I'm bored, slightly worried. My hand is getting sore. I hope I don't get a lot of homework to do. I sort of have like 6 friends now. Claire, her friend Olivia, Jess (British) who sits next to me in English, Joey, this tall black girl from NYC (named Adja) and this other shorter black girl who sat next to me in Spanish (Carla). So it's pretty good I guess. Or at least getting better. This is only the 4th day. I have like 200+ more to go. What fun. Uh-oh, this is getting long. I predict it will get 0 comments. A bunch of kids just came in and the lady is talking to them. I don't think she's very happy about them coming in "late". I have about 15 minutes or so till I have to go. The rest of the day, I have English, a short lunch, music, Spanish and math. Shouldn't be too bad.

Happy 13th birthday, Jenny, even if you're not reading this. Yay. That last y looks like a V. Anyway. I get these "grin flashes", where I suddenly remember something happy and funny with my friends like a private joke, and then I smile really big. It happens a lot. They're cool, and yet make me sad at the same time.

Lots of graffiti here. I'm tired. I stayed up till 10:30 waiting for my friends to come on. Some of them did, which was cool. It's a lot harder to chat with them now that

I just got up and almost left there. I thought it was time to go, but then Jess told me we wait a little longer. So ok. The classes are like 55 minutes long, maybe shorter. Anyway, as I was saying, it's a lot harder to chat with my friends now that school started. Sigh. I hope Fat Friday is this week. It's like the Neutral Zone in Ann Arbor, where teens meet and hang out every Friday and eat pizza or whatever. I really want to go.

I have to go soon. I'll type this up on my blog I suppose. I'm only 3 lines down to the bottom of this paper. Ok I'm going to get ready and pack up. You guys aren't awake yet. GO BLUE! I'll how the rest of my day goes/went.