Monday

Well, it was another Big Day at School (to be read in a sarcastic tone of voice). Actually it wasn't too bad. For instance, I'm not doing swimming for sports, I'm doing exercising ~ in the same room as JG and his mob is doing self-defense! I helped them get out the mats, and lugged the cleaning stuff up to the fifth floor gym. I weasled out of cleaning up, and he let me, a hopeful sign that I'm getting through to him.

H has decided that W is not a hopeless cause for her. Well, I wish her as much luck as I wish myself. Personally I think we're goth fighting losing battles, me perhaps more so than her. Oh well, as I believe I mentioned before, it's a challenge, and it's fun.

I got a nasty note in my locker today. But it made me think. I really am trying. I would like to know who wrote it because I would like to talk to them. I may show it to Mr. K, and ask him if he has any ideas who wrote it.

I owe Mom eight dollars for the shoes she got me, they're really very nice and warm and tough. They may last me longer than the winter. That would be nice. When I pay her back I'll have only $50 in the bank, and I hate to withdraw money. Oh well, perhaps I can make some more money somehow.

I have to bring in my sweat suit tomorrow and from somewhere in this house I've got to dig up a pair of white fuzzy socks. Not to mention Plato's The Last Days of Socrates for Bible.

Wind blowing the leaves
Across the empty courtyard
The snow will follow.

The street is full now
The crowd seeks a pleasant way
To spend its time free.

Enough haiku. I must anon to my homework!

Wednesday

Somehow I just didn't get around to writing yesterday. I started my sports thing, and i've been incredible sore all today, not to mention stiff. I get a corner of a mat on the fifth floor gym, in with the self-defense people. It was kind of embarassing exercising byb myself, but I'll either get used to it or move out. I made up an exercise daily program, so I'll have an idea of what I'm going to do. I am going to be one very trim girl by the end of the winter. I just hope I keep it up.

H and I decided not to write the joke love letter to JG. It wasn't a very good idea. I've decided that I'm going to be really cool, almost distant. I really don't want to drool all over him. It's funny, the kids in his class really fall into the ninety-pound-weakling category. They're quite an homogenous group. I tried to tell him that I'd noticed that, but MK was there, so I couldn't very well. It ended up sounding pretty stupid. Who gives a shit anyway? I really want to believe that I'm only there for the exercise.

B is throwing herself at DB with the most obvious maneuvers I've ever seen in my entire life. It's funny though, because H tells me that MK told her (get this chain) that DB told him that DB likes me. Poor B. I like DB (only friendly, mind you), but B really needs some emotional support, probably alot more than I do. I won't mind much if she succeeds, but somehow I agree with H, I don't think she will.

I had a pleasant lesson. There's no lessons at all next week, and Ms. B is going to Jamaica the week after so I will miss two wks. But that will not stop me from working, like a dog no less.

I'll have to do a little real exercise tonight to make sure I will not be totally muscle-bound on the morrow. I'll ask, perhaps, if I can keep my warm-up suit in the sports closet, but that's kind of stupid. I guess I won't.

En français nous lisons L'étranger de Camus. Je l'aime. C'était bien écrit.

I have that excited and happy feeling. I don't know why, unless it's that I have to use the bathroom.

I should write some letters. I thought of writing J, but it seems a bit pointless. Hey, maybe I'll write DM. Although it's sort of strange writing to someone who'll never write back, especially if you know it. Like those DAMNED Cs who still haven't written. J'attends maintenant. J'ai attendée, et j'attendrais!

What I really feel like doing is writing poetry, so I'll write some haiku for Jap. Hist + Lit and then maybe some of my own style. I might try writing a sonnet, but they seem awfully hard.

I started crocheting squares for something. God knows what. Perhaps an afghan. Well, before I run out of words, or patience + ink to say them with, I'll quit while I'm ahead. I just want to mention the Bible class. It was good. I swear, Mr. M is one of the world's no. 1 nicest peoples. I seem to know alot of great people. As a matter of fact I would say that the percentage of neat people that I know is an unusually high ratio to the schmucks. I guess I'm lucky, although what immediate good it does, other than inspire me, is a question worth discussing. But I won't bother. Oh, que je veux parler en français. C'est une si belle langue! Y el español también.

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