School Fails.

I don't like it. Not yet, anyway. But, like, there are only 20-something English-speaking 9th graders and most of them are just boring and insanely normal. I have this friend Jasmine, and she's pretty cool, but, seriously, there's about nobody I'll want to have sleepovers or anything with. Maybe Jasmine eventually. I don't know.

Math has an African man as my teacher and pretty much it's just easy, and it's only one hour long. All my classes are so short. My whole school day seems amazingly short. Social studies has this guy with ADHD or something, I swear. You know how some people "talk with their hands"? He does it more than anybody I've ever encountered. He's all like, acting out every single thing he says. He was talking about tropical weather and he rubbed his forehead with his hand when he said it was hot. Also you completely cannot speak in his class or he MOVES YOU. IMMEDIATELY.

My locker is small and boring. The school is just this brick building with children from the age of kindergarten, to 9th grade, like TPCA but not even half as cool.

Spanish class was about the most insane thing I've ever experienced, because when they weren't speaking Spanish, which was slightly rare, they were speaking SWEDISH. So I was sitting there like D: and only understanding quite rarely. I'm taking Extra Swedish instead. I so am.

Swedish class was pretty cool though cause it was only, like, 8 people and they're all fine. There's this one Chinese guy that pretty much just speaks Chinese and I feel really kind of bad for him. He seems like he'd be oblivious to a lot. I'm not really sure what exactly, but he just seems like an oblivious kind of guy. Some people came in to our class from the other Swedish class to survey us on what languages we can speak (pssh, my answer was the most intruiging in the whole class and you know it.) and there was this whole ordeal trying to figure out exactly what type of Chinese he spoke. He just did not understand. The teacher was like "what's the name of the type of Chinese you understand? Write down the name of the type of Chinese you know" and he was like, "ohh my name!!" and started writing down his name. It was so, so hard not to laugh at a lot of it.

I had to eat lunch at freaking 10:45 am with some people I don't even really like because Spanish is during everybody else's lunch period on Tuesdays. I was not freaking hungry at that time. And that spaghetti was friggin naysty. But, hey, lunch is free. And so are a bunch of school supplies. But they're boring and generic :(

But a cool thing is, I can just go wherever during lunch period. Which is like a whole hour. And there's a sushi place nearby. Wheee