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Friday, June 02, 2006
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock I am playing hooky from school today. I don't even feel all that guilty about it. It was going to be one of those days where we watch movies in all of my classes. And we have substitutes in half of my classes, and nobody shows up when we have subs, I usually do but then it's a waste of time because as soon as the teacher gets back we have to go over all the stuff we did with the sub anyway, because only six people showed up to class and the other 15 don't know what's going on. It would have been a waste of a day. Also, I am so tired. Well, I was so tired. I slept like crazy yesterday, slept like crazy all night. Now I feel better. My brain is not quite so fried. I think I'll have a nap this afternoon. I have to make a portfolio for my Quebec exchange family, with pictures and things, to give them an idea of who I am. Hah. Okay. I have to work on that today. I'm kind of excited - I like stuff like this. There's a bit of pressure, though. I don't want to give them the wrong idea. This thing, in my mind, has to be an absolutely, accurately perfect Picture of Me. And I think I have to write it in French. The lady said I could do it however I wanted, but most of the other kids I talked to are doing theirs in French. I feel like if I do it in English, I'll be wussing out. And I do need the practice. Boy, do I need the practice. Oh geez. Sunny, sunny day. I want to grow some flowers. That's one of the things I was planning to do this summer, plant my own little box of flowers and take care of them all summer. But I'll be gone now, so what's the point? Oh well. There's always next summer, or the summer after, or the summer after that. I'm never going to run out of summers to plant my flowers. The seasons aren't going to change their order on me. That's a nice thing to be able to count on, I think. I need a good book to read on the train. I am reading Catcher in the Rye right now, and it's taking me forever to get through. I'm not sure I fully appreciate J.D. Salinger - his style of writing, his idea of what makes an interesting story, his general everything. It's unique and different, and I appreciate that part of it, but I don't necessarily enjoy it, if that makes sense. It's cool, from kind of an artistic perspective, but that's about as far as my enjoyment really goes with it. Although if you take it in tiny parts, a sentence or a paragraph here and there, individually, it's a lot more interesting, at least in my mind. Maybe I'll need to re-visit him in a couple of years, when I'm less of an addlebrain. I'd really like to understand what the heck he was talking about through most of Franny and Zooey, too. Okay, gotta do my portfolio. After that, I've got to clean out my closet. I need to start making room for the French Kid. There's going to be a French Kid living in my room for six weeks. How very strange. It makes me feel a little creeped out. But it'll be okay, it'll be cool acctually, probably, I hope. Jeepers. -Catcher in the Rye, pg. 5. Hailey spazzed at 9:14:00 a.m. ***
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I should have skipped today. But it was a blast. we had mass in the morning, did nothing in social, talked all math class, and did some major review in french. Rather pointless (minus the french class.) Kristi and I came up with a modified version of kyle's verson of remember the verbs that take etre in passe compose. "Dr. Ms. P. Vaner Tramp." just in case you were wondering. wow i miss you :( |
