Now, before Psychology, usually Mr. Burke's fourth period class consisting of my fellow classmates and friends will stay outside the room and talk, because the Psych. class is right across the hall. Usually it's Min and I, and a bunch of kids from the other class. Well, today when it was just me, they didn't even stay out to talk to me. Not even Kathleen. I was just standing in the door looking very sad. I was calling to them, but they weren't listening to me. Mr. Burke came up and asked me why I was standing in the doorway of his classroom. I told him why, and then said that I didn't think that any of the kids in his class were my friends anymore. I was just joking around though. He told me that he would be my friend and have a conversation with me before class. I thought that was nice. Then he told me that I looked sad like I just lost my puppy dog or something. All of my teachers today thought that I was sad. I guess my usual poker face conveys sadness to them. Hmph. Well, then Min came by and I told her what happened and she went into the room and yelled at everyone for being mean to me. Yaaay!! Well, people always take care of me when I am in trouble. Kathleen wrote me a note on a piece of adding machine paper to tell me that she was sorry. It was really funny. I don't know why, but everyone seems especially sorry when they hurt my feelings or make me feel bad. I didn't think that I was that sensitive, but sometimes I am I guess. *hehe* I love Mr. Burke, even though he's my teacher. If he wasn't around sixty years old, then maybe I would marry him! j/k
I thought I had escaped the awfulness of having an admirer in my Calligraphy class. I was so wrong. I figured out the little system that they have worked out now. The boy tells the girl who sits next to me (Pollyanna) to ask me the questions, then she relays the answer back to him. I know that she feel pity for me. She knows that I don't want him to bother me, and she does everything that she can to stop it. She doesn't want to ask me the questions, but she just asks and then tells him whatever she wants. Today I knew that he was telling her to ask me if I would go out on a date or something, because I heard him telling her how to say date in English. When she went to ask me the question, she just pointed at another boy across the table and told me that he was asleep. He wasn't, so I told her that he was awake, and not sleeping. She then told the boy who told her to ask me the question that I said no to him. All I can say is thank goodness for small favours. It was really nice of her to do that for me, because I think she knows that I am receiveing unwanted attention. I just hope that it ends soon. I keep telling myself, only ____ days left to go. But they are not going that fast. Plus, I hate to wish my life away like that.
Either tomorrow or Saturday night, I am going to go to Matignon to see a play. Jackie called me up tonight and asked me if I wanted to tag along. I said sure because I want to go. Secretly, I am hoping that Warren will be there so I can silently laugh at the bad case of acne he has been blessed with. Ah, yes, I am truly evil. But then again, wasn't he?
I don't know about the Spain trip yet, but it is starting to look a little bit brighter. I am trying to get my parents to make a decision. I brought it up again, and things are progressing nicely. I am going to get what I want. I always get what I want. Then again, it's best not to count your chickens before they hatch.
I asked my sister to give me the extra pair of shoelaces that she got with her Sketchers so that I could put them in my Sketchers, because the laces were all frayed and stuff. She brings me one lace, and then tells me that she's so glad that she got two extra pairs of laces. Boy, she is daft. It then dawned on her that there are two laces in a pair, not just one. Let me tell you, that kid has got brains.