Hooray, Student Day! not.

This is a transcript of something I wrote at school yesterday:

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10:15 am

Today is Student's Day (the one we celebrate at school, not the international one), so to celebrate it the school gives the people of the valley (a.k.a., valley boys and girls) a party. The rest of us have to find some way to entertain ourselves out of their way. Currently I am hiding in the Music classroom. The Music teacher told me to go and jump around in the gym a bit, otherwise he wouldn't let me in.
So I went to the gym with Hania, fellow choir buddy. We sat there. After a while some girl went up to H. and pulled her off to wilggle around ("dance", they call it). I sat on alone, one part boredom, one part disgust and two parts earache from the music.
Oh, and there were three dudes that someone or other hired to wiggle on our excuse of a stage. It made me wonder, how much do they pay those guys to dance for a crowd of about 100 twelve-to-fifteen year-old girls? Not much, is my guess.
Anyway. Horror of horrors, I saw the people who call themselves my friends (well, I call them that, at any rate) dancing in a little group along with some other people in my class. And okay, they were dancing rather decently (with two exceptions who I won't name), but still.
I decided I had been there long enough so I fled. After a little while, H. caught up with me and walked with me to the Music classroom, expecting to gain access. We didn't. The teacher told me that I had to be more sociable and that I go hang out more in the gym.
H. and I set off again. We only stood outside a bit before heading back, though. The teacher gave in and let us in. Then H. headed off to dance again, I believe.
I stayed where I am, pounding a piece of toothpick flat with my cell phone. As you can see, I was bored, so I shuffled to the computer room to see if they would let me use the 'net. The teacher who runs the room (who, by the way, knows less about computers than I do, and that's saying something) said no, I may not use the computers, and how could I even think of shuting myself up in the computer room? I ought to be enjoying myself in the gym!, and so on. I tried the library, too, but it was locked.
So now I'm back in the music room writing this.
And now I'm finished writing what has happened so far, I honestly don't know what to do.

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**end of transcript**

For the record, I spent the rest of the day playing music on the music teacher's laptop. I discovered the Carol of the Bells and had it stuck in my head all day.

Ice Skating

I went ice skating yesterday, for the second time since I was like four or five . Was with my sisters, my eldest sister's boyfriend and my cousin.

I am proud to say that I managed to do a split, and I wasn't even trying, a-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! (Just for the record, at the time of the split I was trying to turn.)

Oh, and I tripped this little kid with the back of my skate. See, I was leaning on the wall (my back was turned toward the rink) talking to my sister, and this boy who looked about five or six was going along, and I sort of accidentally put the back of my skate (you know, the bit of blade that sticks out?) in his way. As he got up he gave me a very mean, accusatory look. He wasn't hurt, though. Just annoyed. Very, very annoyed.

Moving on, I don't know how to stop properly, so my method is to skate up to a wall and thwack myself against it. I was doing just that, heading towards a guy who was watching from outside the rink. I figured he'd see me coming, so it would be okay to crash in front of him and then quickly move away.
As it turned out, as I got nearer, he looked down. About a second before I collided with the wall, he looked up again and- WHAM! I swear, the expression on his face was priceless. My sister witnessed the whole thing and wouldn't (or couldn't) stop laughing.

Alive again

Alright. I have not written at all, and I am now determined to use this. I'm not sure I actually will, because I am a lazy, lazy thing. But I can dream that I will suddenly be motivated and become a responsible person who thinks sleeping is a waste of time.

Ha. I almost fooled myself.

Let's see... oh, this morning a friend of mine saw a rat at school. We were outside, minding our own business, when she suddenly pointed and said, "Look! A rat!". I thought se meant a girl called Beatriz, who is nicknamed 'rat'. She didn't. I never actually saw it, but some other people did, so I suppose it's true. They say it bolted out of the place where the school stores the food they sell us. Yeah, I know. Ew. Bringing my own lunch from now on.

Ah, the school year is aaaalmost over. Near enough for our hands to begin preparations for hibernating and refuse to write properly, but still too far for the teachers to give up trying to teach. They should know better; anything they try to stuff in our heads at this time usually sort of slips out without leaving a trace. My Chemistry teacher should read this.

And I just can't wait 'till next year. I'm hoping, along with 48 other people, that my Physics teacher will retire and go live the rest of her life in the Bahamas or whatever. She is smart, and hardworking and all that, but she CANNOT teach. Plus, out of every, let's say, ten assignments she gives us, she marks half and forgets the others. Which, of course, is annoying when you stayed up late working on whatever project only to discover that... well, you get my point.