blue ink #9

The walls are painted in thirds, pink on the bottom, grey with random painted pictures of people in the middle and yellow on the top. You can play pool in here, as some people are doing. And play connect 4 and just talk. I'm writing, as you can see. The French teacher wasn't here so I have 4 hours of etude.. AGAIN. But that's not bad. 2 tests tomorrow. I studied some. I can also read and write. A kid (the jerk in my musique class who was also flicking paper wads in etude) just came over and randomely looked at what I was doing. Then left.

Some people are listening to their iPods. Joey, I notice, has a green one too. The pictures of people painted on the wall include the head of the Statue of Liberty, Marylin Monroe, Jimi Hendrix?, a car, a butterfly, a cat, a futbol player, snowboarder/skateboarder and a few more.

It's foggy today. I love it when it's like that-rainy, wet, dark, gloomy, depressing, bleak, grey, foggy. It's so awesome!!

Ooh, there are also comic books and you can play cards. I'm sitting by myself here. It's the second hour of etude. And there's a French movie poster. The movie is called Russian Dolls I think.

This year I have to basically just "pick my battles". I am not going to pass every class (and that's ok) and have too much work to do. Thank God I have trumpet. It's a great stress reliever. I try to practice it everyday after school, even with the amount of HW I have. It's awesome.

11 months of school. Only 10 now. And with breaks, that's 63 days off, so really only 8 months. AND Wednesdays are half days, so 31 half days are only 15 in a half days. So that's like 7 in a half months. I think I can make it. Each time I walk home from school= one less day. Just one day at a time.

I'm going to read. The pool game seems to be creating lots of excitement.

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I could've gone home for those 4 hours of etude. Ugh. But I'll do that next time. In the first FLE class, we got a sort of moral lesson, which reminded me of Ms. Smith's band lessons. I was tested on yesterday's lesson, at which I stank. But he gave me an 18, which I so didn't deserve. Then he started to talk about how FLE is pretty much first priority, and the other stuff doesn't matter until we learn French and stuff. And how we have to learn the lesson. Monsieur Besson (FLE teacher) is pretty cool and relaxing, until you start fiddeling. Quinn was playing around with his watch, so M. Besson like spazzed. As in, he yelled at him. After M. Besson does that kind of stuff it's always extremely quiet. Quinn at first just said, "Pardon" in a surprised/it's not my fault sort of tone. Then he yelled again, and Quinn actually talked back to him, saying "Geez!" I thought that was a really baaaaad idea but Monsieur Besson didn't take out his battle axe, thank goodness. I think he's just under a lot of stress or something.

I keep thinking about going home. And then it occured to me that I guess I did really miss home. No time to throw the football hardly. I don't hear the crowd every Saturday. I can't walk a few blocks to Sweetwaters, or pointlessly walk around downtown with Becca, Athony, Nick and Sam till we decide that was extremely pointless so we eat at my house. But I haven't gotten to the point of like... actually throwing rocks places. I can live/deal with it. But it's hardly living. Just one year, man. Then everything's going to be awesome. Ok.