I hate the day after my birthday... -_-

Don't you just hate it when you were waiting for something for the whole year and then it's over... I was so excited for the 26th of March and now it seems like it has happened a while ago.
Today was quite a fun school day. It was meant to be "open day" at my school, but no visitors came. Maybe I just didn't see them...
Throughout the whole period of Maths Yasmin and I couldn't stop complaining. We are doing circles and arcs now. It's boring itself, but in the morning it's just unbearable! I was repeating CML (that stands for Chod My Life) in my head... That's how horrible it was.
Yes, I did say that today was a fun school day. Doesn't look like it, does it?
At lunch Franny, Yasmin, Carolina and I went to the library. We took the elevator since we found out the code. Upstairs, there was an art exhibition that was kind of creepy. In the library Carolina showed us the school that she's going to next year. It's an old only-girls'-school in London. It has an American system and it's Catholic. Poor Carolina.... =(
The first period of English was horrible. Ms Wilson was substituting and we had to work in our books. I decided to use my time wisely and did my Maths homework instead. Luckily, Mrs Manchala came back for the second period and we read a poem that I forgot the title of.
When I was walking home with Belek I told him about "chod" and "madarchod" and "gaandu". He was just shouting the words out... -_-
Looking back it wasn't actually a fun school day... I don't know why I said that...

26th of March 2013

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Instead of writing I made quite a long video about how I celebrated it!

Lip Dub time!!!

Friday was a very fun day, as usual. In CSL we were talking about drugs and Yasmin and I made Emma say "Viagra makes you horny".

Art was the worst and the best class at the same time. I didn't do anything and Sonyasmin spent more than 50% of her time in the bathroom. We managed to escape. Well, not really. We asked to go to our lockers to get our art supplies. I made a video about it, but due to what we have said in that video I can't put it up. Later, I found strawberries in my bag and we ate them. Omnomnom! 

After school Yasmin and I decided to make a lip dub to "the indian nipple song". We only managed to film the introduction, but it was still very fun to make. The best thing was that we tried to turn my purple scarf into something that looks like a sari. We failed...

After Simply Theatre I went to Yasmin's house. The next day we climbed trees and saw many friendly cats. Here's a video about it.

-skip to 15:43 to listen to a very intelligent discussion about the applied and the literal meaning of the word "namaste"

-skip to 02:01 to see a friendly cat

-skip to 13:31 to see some weirdows dancing in slow motion 

-skip to 06:42 to see the tree

My grades are here!

So today I got my report card. Some comments made me laugh while others made me shout "what? That's not true at all!". Overall, I'm not satisfied with my results..... At all....
English: B-
Let's look at the bright side of it, first. At least it's not a C. I was expecting a lot worse. In the comment it said that 'Sofia has applied herself' and that I 'show interest in expressing my opinion'. How.....??? It also said that I 'made some attempt to develop and improve my written assignments.' The word 'some' makes me suspicious. What does it mean by 'some attempt'? And, of course the comment was ended with my teacher's favourite quote. 'She often does the minimum to get by.'
Fair enough. I deserve that.... :(
Maths: (grrrr! They spelled it the American way!) A-
The comment was only a sentence long. The last part of it is kind of strange though. It says that 'her concentration is not as intense as it could be.'
I'm generally happy with my grade.
French: B+
Yay! There's nothing interesting in the comment. It just says that 'there is room for improvement.' Well, duh! There's always room for improvement.
Science: A-
AnA-!!! How's that even possible??? The comment is written in French. The summary of it would be that I have to keep up the good work. Sorry, but I don't even know what I have done in this class!
Geography: B
It says that I have achieved good results on my tests, but I got really bad grades on my quizzes. Tell you what, those were 'pop quizzes'. I didn't even know about them.... -_-
History: B-
Wait... That doesn't even make sense. The same grade as English? In the comments, my teacher says that 'she has obtained good grades for both end of unit tests'. Now this is what I really hate! Some teachers write about 'good grades' in the comment section and congratulate you for doing well, but give you a bad grade. It said that I 'have failed handing in my last assignment about Louis XIV'. I couldn't do it for the same reason I couldn't do the English essay. I was very sad and emotional. We had so many graded assignments, but none of them mattered that much...
German: B+
I did well? Oh... That's good....
Art: B-
I knew that. The comments says that I 'can be easily distracted by those around me'. Sure.... It's the 'others around'.... -_-
Computer: bellow the expected standard
Now that made me laugh! It said that all my work was 'poorly done' and that I am 'disruptive in class'. First of all, my work is not poorly done! Putting nyan cat and Totoro on my presentation for no reason is.... Cool!
Let's skip dance, music and sports (I got a 'pass'! Not a 'fail'!).
CSL: expected standard
The comment made me discover so many new things about myself! I never knew I was a 'member of the group who displays a real interest in the subject'! No offense, but I don't give a crap about the subject... I 'listen carefully'. Wow! I listen??? I also 'make contributions'? Does this count saying that only native speakers should teach a language?
Homeroom/school commitment: A-
This is even more surprising! Actually, I 'always approach lessons with a positive learning attitude'! Oh really? So groaning and moaning and saying 'oh no! Kill me now! It's English next' count as being positive? I never knew... Also, I have a 'mature attitude'! So doodling random stuff in my agenda and laughing at stupid jokes now counts as 'mature'? Ok....

That brings my GPA to 3.15 (it used to be 3.29). So the average of my GPA is 3.22.... Not good...

We are a family (yeah yeah yeah)!

Friday was very fun!

We had an algebra CTP4 test in the morning. The beginning was very easy and I thought I was going to do well, but I had to guess the last questions since I didn't know how to solve them. 

After Art we had "General Knowledge" match. Our team lost and I was disappointed. 

In homeroom we had our own General Knowledge competition. Yasmin, Franny, me, Niko and Hugo got to ask the class random questions. One of them was so funny, Yasmin and I had to run outside because we were laughing too much. The first thing we saw was the bathroom, so we ran in there and zoumed. Mme Boisson (my French teacher) heard us and told us to go to class. I don't think anyone noticed us missing. 

After school was the best part of it. We didn't go to Simply this Friday since I was involved in the dance show. Carolina also stayed with us. Franny went to Happy Days and the three of us decided to go upstairs to the auditorium like last week. After what we've done the week before, they removed the computer. The projector was in the corner, unplugged and there were only two white board markers. Also, the two doors were locked so we had to sneak through the library door without anyone noticing.

We made a harlem shake video (that was a fail) and drew on the board. We wrote a lot of stuff, but erased everything after. I wrote "Carolina will kill you!". Next week we have to make a lip dub to, our favourite, nipple song!

The dance show was kind of embarrassing.... I really didn't like the dance we were doing... Everyone told me that our dance group was very good, but I still didn't like it. It wasn't the worst though.... At least, I wasn't doing the Indian dance. The Indian dance was like one pound fish. They had the same costumes.

Today I had to wake up very early (at 9 or something) to get to the train. I got there 30 minutes early and had to wait in the cold. Franny arrived. Yasmin and Carolina did too. The four of us went to the chocolate festival that was five minutes away. We didn't have much time so the only thing we bought was a chocolate rabbit for our friend Lydie (because it said Lidi on it). I also got chocolate fondue that was amazing.

We only had about three minutes until the train and we wanted to get to the train station as soon as possible. There was a train/tourist bus going around the festival. We got in it and were hoping to end up close to the train station. Instead the "train" drove to and around the chocolate factory and stopped at the same distance to the station as we were before. This is called karma, my friends.... Don't be lazy...

We rushed to the ticket machine, but had no time. The machine didn't take Yasmin's 100chf note and it was the only thing we had. We hopped into the train quickly.

Suddenly we saw Niko getting on. He sat next to us.

When they came to check our tickets I showed the old one I had in my purse from this morning. Franny has hers. She gave Carolina her one week old ticket. The people who looked at our tickets didn't even check the date. Yasmin didn't have anything except her 100chf note. They took her address, phone number and name. Now, her mum has to pay... Niko was just laughing there.... XD

We met Marina and Lydie at Molinos, an Italian restaurant. Marina only had two hours since she had to go back to the hospital. We had a great time!

After that Yasmin, Franny, Carolina and I went for a walk around the old town. The thing is that our darling Carolina is a little devil. She would be all calm and nice and then, suddenly, she would start shouting "Oh hell no! Aint' nobody got time for dat!" and swearing and blaming everything on indians (why....???). At one point she started singing in a low black person's accent voice "we are a family! yeah yeah yeah! ooo hell ya baby baby!". After that she'd go all quiet again and tell us to calm down. And then she would shout again. She even shouted "I'm black!". She learned how to say the word madarchod from us and now she says it all the time! Carolina is amazing! I love her so much!

We went to the playground and creeped some little kids out. I never had so much fun on a playground before.... 

I love my messed up friends!

note: So... My friends and I are a family. Yasmin and I adopted Carolina. She is our stepdaughter. Franny is Carolina's "ghetto aunt". Carolina had her aunt's voice.... Marina is Franny's husband, so she is Carolina's uncle. Lydie is their child, so she is Carolina's cousin. Hiba is Yasmin's mum and my mother-in-law. Yay!

Oh no! It's snowing again!

Today we missed almost half of the day due to the CTP4 tests. We do them every year. I'm not really sure what they are for. At the beginning they told us that they are made to compare different schools so others would know what CDL's strengths and weaknesses are. Starting from last year they also use our results to find out what we have improved on. I don't think the results are true at all. On the practice one (yes, we also have 'mock' CTP4s) there was this one question about the perimeter of a shape. On my paper I calculated the right answer, but on the answer sheet I put it wrong. And now they're going to think that I suck at working out the perimeter of shapes....? The tests are multiple choice so you're able to guess. That makes it even more unfair. On the English (practice) one I guessed all the last questions since I didn't have time and Mr Woodbridge told me that I was very good at them.... -_-
English class was a little bit unusual since people from our teacher's history class were doing their presentations. The only thing I learned from it was that once upon a time there was a guy called Vasco who went to India and died of malaria...
Note about our history class: in our side of the grade there are four history classes: Mr Woodbridge's class (Yasmin' class), Mrs Manchala's class, Mme Roussel's bilingual class (my class) and an ESL class (Carolina's class). All of us are doing different things...
Yasmin's class was doing Islam at some point because I remember them drawing mosques. We've done Islam in seventh grade last year. A couple of weeks (or days....) ago Yasmin was doing a presentation on Joane of Arc. People from our history class also did presentations like this last year.
The other mainstream class, according to their presentations, is doing the explorers and colonies. Yasmin's class never did anything about that. My class only did a little bit on it. We only had to know that Christophor Columbus discovered America and stuff like that. We never went into details like the other class. I didn't even know that Vasco de Gama went to India.... Seriously.... Also, looking at what is written on the board after the class, they have learnt about the Renaisance quite a lot. We studied it too, but we did less than them.
So the bilingual class is studying Europe in the 18th century. We finished the Middle Ages in Autumn. After that, we did explorers and trade... While the other class is studying people going to India, we were focusing on Europe and Venice. We've done Renaissance, but after that we moved straight on to Marthin Luther and the different kinds of Catholicism. We just finished studying Louis XIII and the absolute royal power and now we're doing Europe in the 18th century. We haven't done anything on colonies and, looking at the book, we're not going to.
Well.... At least, the three classes are doing something similar. All of us, at some point, did Renaissance and Europe. But Carolina's class is doing the Mayans! WTC....? The Mayans? Carolina also told us that before they studied the Carabians.... 
After English we had French. In French class Niko, Joao and Vlad were throwing papers around and Mme Boisson got mad and M Peron came into our class. When he was standing there I started thinking about the role play (Yasmin will know what I'm talking about) and ended up sitting and smiling like an idiot.... Zoum!

My school books or how I learn to draw

I realised that most of my drawing skills develop during school. And no... I don't mean Art lessons. We never do anything in Art. I mean doodling. I doodle everywhere at any time. So today I'm going to share my 'art' with you, guys.
The class I doodle the most in is probably History. It started like this

And ended up like this

I also doodle in other classes. For example..... English!

That owl is so cute!!!!

I barely doodle in Maths. This is the only thing I found. And I think this is my favourite one!

Some of my drawing are complicated like the one above, while others just show how bored I was at the moment...

I don't doodle as much in my textbooks. Good, I don't rip them like Franny... -_-

My favourite thing is my agenda!!! Sometimes, I make it very nice...

Vacation!!!

We went on a field trip to Ardeche. This is a summery.

...and other times it is just random.

Every week has a fact. That week's fact was "Chess was invented in India in 600 A.D." so I drew it.

Mexican Hexigan or Mexacon Hexagon trying to teach you loci!

The song of the year!!! If you haven't seen it go on youtube and type in "the indian nipple song". It's amazing!

Song lyrics + purple!

By looking at my agenda you can see some of the events that happened that week.

Nyahaha! I love doodling!!! ^w^

What I expect my grades to be

The marking period ended so, hopefully, my grades will soon arrive.

I don't normally do this, but I just want to give myself a grade and compare it to my actual one that I will find out in the future. So let's start!

Maths I'm sure I'm getting somewhere around an A for this subject since I got a couple of 100% for my tests. 

English Oh chod.... I think I'm getting a C or something like that. Our teacher told us that our essays will not count and I totally failed the rest. I still don't get why I got such a bad grade on my portfolio... =( 

French Honestly, I have no idea...

Science B-? All my homework assignments were late and I got bad grades on them. Plus my test results weren't good either. 

German I'm probably getting a B... Getting an A in German is impossible...

History I actually enjoyed what we were studying this marking period and I was very proud of my test results. I would give myself an A- or a B+.

Geography This class is always at the end of the day and I'm tired so I don't really pay attention to it. We had several pop quizzes that I failed and my test results are average, so.... B-...?

Art My skills are very good! I love art (not as a school subject)! I made my self portrait purple (!) and.... we weren't supposed to do it the way I did it. I didn't give my sketch book in either. And I never do anything... And I'm on Pon Pon the whole time.... So.... Not getting a good grade.

CSL Computers I made my presentation on Nyan Cat, Totoro, Purple and everything I like when we were supposed to do it on something important (university, school and your future). Ms Lemale always tells me to be quiet because I talk to Yasmin the whole time. And I'm always late! So I could be expecting a "below class average"... >_<

         Class We never do anything in this class. During my PLP meeting with Mr Woodbridge I was just talking about how I hate English class with Yasmin. That was very fun.

Sports It's obvious. I'm getting a "fail". But who cares about sports anyway?

So..... Yay! The marking period is over!

Just a little 'something': When I was doing my "Study in Scarlet" portfolio for English I didn't try at all. When I was doing my "To kill a Mockingbird" portfolio I did my best. I got a better grade on the first one... 

Today we were "running" the mile (a mile and a half). Well... The others were running, but I was walking. I didn't try at all and I got 14.14. In sixth grade we were only doing one mile. I tried really hard, but my score was worse than my score this year.....

So the moral is.... Don't try....?

Saturday!!!!!!!

Today was the most amazing Saturday ever!
This morning I went shopping with Mum. The weather was nice and warm. Spring finally arrived!
Franny met me at Starbucks. Ten minutes later Yasmin joined us and the three of us started our journey.
We didn't know where to go exactly. The tram to the hospital was number 12 so we went to the train station to find out where it was. The stop ended up being on the main street of the city centre. Without getting a ticket we got into the tram that brought us to a street we've never been too. We had to wait 20 minutes for the other bus to arrive. Carolina was waiting for us at the hospital.
The hospital was the scariest place I've ever been to. Our friend, Marina, was on the second floor in the children-teenagers section. The walls were covered with drawings of animals and other colourful things. There were glass doors along the corridor. Behind one of these doors was Marina's room. As we came up to one of the doors we could see shadows behind it. The glass was tinted so we couldn't see the inside. There was only one place you could look through. Pale children with black circles under their eyes were lifting each other up so one of them could see us. They were like zombies, hungry for us.
Some children had visitors. A pale dark-eyed girl in a dressing gown passed by us. Her parents were talking to her, but she didn't seem to notice them. Another boy was carried in a cage-like cart.
The doctor came out and told us that we were not allowed to visit Marina this week. He took our gifts we brought for her and left.
The four of us took the tram back to the city centre and went to a nearby cafe. The cafe served this hot chocolate that was called Kama Sutra, so we decided to have it (zoum). It had a very strong bitter chocolate taste, a bit of ginger and whipped cream. Yasmin and I also took a big macaron each. It was very good!
After we decided to go "shopping". (I say "shopping" since we didn't have much money and we didn't buy anything.) We visited every single shop: H&M, Benetton, Tally Wejl, Orsay, Pimkie, Promod, Zara and even the Apple Store. We stopped at another cafe to drink some ice tea since we were quite thirsty.
The shops were starting to close because it was already six o'clock. We stopped at a restaurant and had sushi. When we were done it was already dark.
Franny, Yasmin, Carolina and I "climbed up" to the old town. We found a playground and had a lot of fun (yes, we're like 14, but, I mean, come on! Who wouldn't go on the swings!). After that, we went to the Cathedral and took a photo of us in front of it.
We got Carolina home by taking the bus.
Yasmin, Franny and I waited for Yasmin's mum at Starbucks. We didn't get anything, but it was still very fun. We talked about Sports class (running the mile? Oh hell no!), English class (got a bad grade on my essay? Oh hell no!) and CTP4 tests (not missing English or Sports? Oh hell no!). Soon, Yasmin's mum arrived and took us all home!
Today was just.... Awesome!!! I <3 my friends!

Our trip to India

Guess why today was so fun...! Because we didn't do anything at school! We don't have any "serious" subjects on Fridays (like Maths or English). The only things we have are CSL, Music, Art, Special, Geo and  Science.

In CSL we were "watching" a video about drugs... It was some fat American guy talking in the most annoying accent and voice! Yasmin and I were "taking notes" on my iPad. 

In Art I didn't do anything either since I finished all my work last week. I made purple using paint and went crazy about how amazing it was. Our teacher hates our class because we never do anything productive and "watch disgusting inappropriate videos that you can watch at home" (- Mr. Woodbridge's quote). 

At lunch Mr Woodbridge sat with us. He's never sitting with us again...... :-/

We had an assembly after lunch. It was all in French and... It sucked like all the other assemblies we had (except the one we ditched).

Our Science teacher is on a trip and we had Mr Hitz as a substitute. We were supposed to be doing an experiment, but no one knew what we were doing exactly. Franny and I ended up having water fights.

During the second period of Science more than half of our class was gone to do the debate. The rest of us were on our phones, tablets and laptops, playing games or taking pictures and posting them on Facebook.

The best part of the day was after school.

Yasmin, Franny and I found out that our classroom was unlocked and decided to stay in there. We acted out being in English class and ended up sitting on the floor at the back of the room (aka "the Hell No! club"). Sadly, we got cought and had to leave.

After going to the top of the Grenier we went up to the Cervin auditorium that was unlocked too!!! There were whiteboard markers so we wrote stuff on the white board. There was also a piano and we were singing (Franny's amazing black voice) and playing. 

Next to the door there was a projector and a computer on a desk. We logged into the computer (the password was written on the computer itself) and turned the projector on. Franny found pictures of Taj Mahal and projected it onto the wall. I took a photo of us in front of it...

Imagine if M Peron finds out and (for some random reason) we get sent to his office again. What would the letter home be like? "Yasmin and two friends sneaked into the learningwhateverarea unsupervised, hacked the computer and using their electronic device took photos in front of a building that they projected on a wall..."

On our way to Simply (we were late) Yasmin and I decided that if they ask us why we are late we would tell them that we just came back from our trip to India. Zoum!

After Simply, I quickly put my shoes on since I didn't want to be late to the train. I saw my mum standing outside so I opened the front door and saw..... My dad was standing there. It took me a couple of moments to think about it. At first I thought that he wasn't real, but... Oh my! That was him.

Dad said that he's going to Paris by car and he was passing by Geneva. He gave us a lift home and left.

I was speechless... 

English essay!!! Finally!!!

So here is my English essay... Yes, I did it... Finally! I got it over with.... I hope I don't fail like last time (I don't remember if I published my Study in Scarlet one here or not).... I'm glad I finished it today and I'm proud of what I've done... It's not my best, I know....

In the book “To kill a Mockingbird” the reader discovers the world of justice, prejudice, empathy, stereotypes and ignorance through the eyes of a young girl called Scout. Her and her brother Jem are forced to grow up in a very hypercritical community where you are judged upon your appearance and not who you are inside. This essay is going to talk about stereotypes and ignorance towards two innocent people, the ‘mockingbirds’ of the book.

At the beginning of the story we find out about Boo (Arthur) Radley. Scout describes him being “about six-and-a half feet tall”. She says that “he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, that's why his hands were bloodstained – if you ate an animal raw, you could never wash the blood off. There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time”.  As the story continues we discover that Boo is the Bogeyman of Maycomb. Legends and rumours are passed on around the community. “A baseball hit into the Radley yard was a lost ball and no questions asked.” This shows us that even the children were afraid of him.

Scout’s attitude towards Arthur doesn’t change until the end of the book. When Boo ‘jumps out’ to save the children, Scout realizes how ignorant she was before. She could have never thought that the ‘bogeyman’ could be an honest person who has feelings and who could risk his own life for the sake of others.

As the story continues, the reader discovers that Tom Robinson, a black man, was accused of raping Mayella Ewell, a young white woman. Even though the Ewells were very poor and were not highly respected in Maycomb, the jury still accuses Tom.

Scout’s father, Atticus is defending the man. He wants to prove the judgmental community that the person’s skin colour doesn’t reflect on their personality. The quote “Yes, suh. I felt sorry for her, she seemed to try more’n the rest of ‘em.” shows us that Tom, as any other person, has the ability to experience pity for others, no matter what race or religion they are. The people in the crowd were shocked by that statement because all of them were taught that “[…] all Negroes lie, that all Negroes are basically immortal beings, that all Negro men are not to be trusted around women.” The statement shows us that the Maycomb community was very stereotypical to black people.

This essay shows that different communities have different attitudes towards certain people. Both, Arthur and Tom, were judged upon their appearance and not their personality. The society of Maycomb would rather insult the person because of their skin colour or habits then accept them the way they are. Scout grows up to understand that no matter how different the person is from the others, you should get to know them before judging them and not be ignorant.

Tears

I don't know who's going to be reading this. I have too much in me now and I can't keep it that way. I have to express it somehow.

Sunday was a beautiful day. The wind was cold, but overall the weather was great.
Mum, Dad and me went to the lake. It was so great two have both of them close to me. I would get the feeling of having a perfect family again. All of us got along so well. We would talk, laugh and discuss things.
After walking along the right side of the lake, we took a boat and crossed to the opposite one. We decided to go to a restaurant in the city centre.
I was very happy.
All of a sudden Mum and Dad started arguing. I don't even know how it started. We were just talking peacefully and it just happened... I didn't want to be involved so I plugged my earphones in and stated listening to Vocaloid. I made the music so loud I couldn't hear anything else.
The song I was listening to ('Last night, good night' by Kaito) ended, I brought my eyes up and saw mum shouting at dad. She got up and left. She was calling for me, but I didn't know what to do. My mouth was open and I took my earphones out.
Dad and I were walking home. Mum was infront of us as if we were not related. It was windy, but I didn't even zip my jacket up. I didn't feel the cold. I felt like the only person in the world.
I was happy to be home. I was looking forward to showing Dad Joe Hisaishi's music, but I didn't have the opportunity to. As soon as we got home, he packed his stuff and shut the front door behind him. I opened it and stood there looking at him, not knowing what to do. Mum ran out and tried opening the elevator door (at our house the elevator has a door with a handle), but it was too late. She put her boots on and ran outside.
I dropped onto my bed and allowed myself to take a deep breath. I let out a loud cry from the deep of my soul. I couldn't understand what was going on with me. My upper lip was shaking and vibrating. I could not know wheather I had sweat or tears on my face. My cries were echoing in the empty appartment.
I sat up and put my arms around my legs. It might have been 5 mins, but to me the moment lasted for ages. I knew that he was never coming back.
I was right.
The door bell rang and I saw Mum at the door. She told me that she was running after him till the end of the street, begging him to stay.
I spent the rest of the evening downloading and listening to music. Mum was crying in her bed.

This morning I did't feel like doing sports. The coaches got mad at me and accused me for not checking my schedule and stuff..... I told them that I couldn't do it. They got even angrier and started talking about me in third person as if I was no where around. If they have the authority, the shouldn't be rude.
In English class, I was very thankful that Miss Manchala let me write the essay for tomorrow, but that's a different story.

When I came home I started doing my English work right away. In two hours I've only done 200 words. None of it made sense because I would always get distracted. At the end, my dad called me on skype. I got very  sad and started crying again. I did not finish it...

I love spring!!!

It was the first of March.
The cats started meowing.The air started being soft and gentle. The conker stands were replaced by ice cream ones.
The spring finally arrived!
School was fun (as usual). Since we don't have Maths or English *puke* on Fridays, it is generally a good day.
In CSL we watched a video about drugs and decided that we want to grow marijuana. The video told us everything about how to grow it and they also said that you get a lot of money from selling it. Just kidding, I don't want to grow it. ;-)
I didn't do anything in Art class. We drew self portraits and I finished mine the week before. I made it all purple and refused to change it when the teacher asked me to. She said that I will loose marks, but I like it the way it is...
Yasmin and I started wandering around the Picasso (art) building. We climbed on top of a chair and could see the other side of the bathroom wall. We were hoping to find a secret room with dead bodies or blood or anything interesting, but instead we found a place where they keep clay creations. After, we found another dark room with a bunch of junk in it.
In science class we went outside and examined different types of soil. It was fun, but, since we didn't have a lot of time, we didn't finish it.
After school, Yasmin and I went to the Cervin auditorium, played piano, did the cup song and listened to Vocaloid (and, since it is our tradition, the nipple song).
Simply Theatre was unusual. Most of the people weren't there so we made a lip dub music video. Sonyasmin scared people away by closing themselves in dark studios.
The most exciting thing happened after Simply.
MY DAD IS HERE!!!! YAY!!!
Mum and I met him at the airport. I was so happy and excited!!!!
Dad brought me a pink and beige bag, a purple (!!!) purse and something very special. I would tell you what it was, but since everyone (my teachers, for example) has access to this blog, I can't.
Today, the tree of us went to town and Dad bought me the new iPod nano (since my old one broke because of an Indian festival >_<)! It's purple and now I'm listening to music!
My dad's friend was also there since he had to give us Dad's old cello. It sounds and looks so beautiful! It was made in 1804 and is very precious!

I think I'm not going to do any of my homework (although I REALLY have to do my English essay) because I only see my dad a couple of times a year and I don't want to waste my time on it....
Bye!