I miss Yasmin...

It's Yasmin's third week off school... I miss her a lot. She's not a popular person, but a lot people miss her. I dream about her coming back to school and text her 24/7.
Her absence made me closer to Carolina. I never talked to her before. She turned out to be very nice and not at all childish as I thought she would be. She acts and does things that any teenage girl would do. I think it's just her appearance that made me think of her character the wrong way.

It was my French teacher's last day yesterday. I think I'm actually gona miss her. She was my first and only NORMAL french teacher so far. Usually the frenchies have a very weird behaviour and way of teaching. They're always too obsessed with their job that it seems like they have no other interest in life. I wonder how our new teacher's going to be.

And Yasmin's still not there... I don't know where she is! Help me!!!

I had Simply Theatre today. It wasn't fun without Yasmin... I need her!!! I don't know why, but when I'm at Simply I just start to act like a misanthrope thinking about how dumb and annoying people are. And I end up in a very very bad mood so I look like I'm just shy or something. But in reality I just have this "oh, screw that!" mood and so I just stand there in the corner because I can't be bothered to listen to anyone (not because I'm shy). We were also singing there. I couldn't do any of the songs because they were all too high for my voice. So when I started singing I sounded like a bumble bee...

I miss Yasmin..... ((((((( Saaad faaace!!!! (((((

Just a day at school

First recess. I take out my phone to check if I missed anything from Yasmin. Nothing. I go to the Grenier and check the phone again. Terrible news. I can’t believe it at first. Staring at the screen. Speechless.

Call me

I put the volume up so I can hear her call.

First minute of German class. My phone rings. I get up and go out of class. It’s Yasmin. I lose all my strength at collapse to the bench. Full of anger. No. Fear. I get up and lean against the wall. Tears running down my face. I can’t stop them. I want to “close up” and hide from the world. My hand covering my mouth.

Kopatytch is staring at me in a weird way, walking from side to side. I sit on the stairs, focusing my eyes on the floor, phone to my cheek. I see shoes. Black ones. He taps me on the shoulder. Points at the door. Feeling-less thing. No phones allowed.

I go outside. Stand a little. Yasmin close to me. Salad Fingers walking in circles around me. Ugly, motionless face. I put my phone down. He looks at me. Emotionless voice talking to me.

Here, in reality, she’s not your Grandma. Go to your class. Test. Phone will be confiscated.

I can’t concentrate on what he’s saying. I can only hear meaningless words.

Back to German class. The longest 10 minutes of my life.

5 minute break. Run to Grenier. Feel blind without my glasses on. Buy a carambar, even though I have 2 francs left. Run back.

Lunch. Not hungry at all. Niko asks me if I’m okay. I don’t know why but sometimes such small things can cheer you up. My tears are dried up. I run to the metal stairs. No need for a jacket. I climb to the very top. Shivering. Staring at the screen of my phone, motionless.

Call mum. She will pick me up in an hour. That’s when homeroom starts.

Go to the bathroom. Stare at the mirror. Is this really me? Pale. As white as paper. Red eyes. I wash my cold hands with hot water. Carolina and Franny walk in. I say I have to go and rush out of there. Alice catches me. Pink face. Suspicious look. I talk to him with no emotions. Monotone voice, cold face.

The bell rings. Everyone rushes. I stand in front of the Mont Blanc. Not moving a muscle. Emma’s there. She gives me a hug and says she’s sorry. I see Franny. Tears running down her cheeks. She asks when did it happen and goes away.

I sit on the train. Blanc. Speechless.

Halloween!!!

Yesterday, it was the Halloween dance. Right after school, me, Franny, Yasmin, Hibba and Diane went to Franny's house to change. On our way there we saw so many people from our school at Snoopy's (a cafe next to our school). We got some chips there.

We had so much stuff to do before the dance. I wanted to be a Scene kid for the night. I was inspired by one of MyMusic's characters. Here she is:

I straightened my hair and put A LOT of eyeliner on. This is how I ended up looking:

 

 

 

 

The dance was very fun. One of the first songs was Gangnam Style. There were many other good songs, but there were also slow songs. Nobody asked me (as usual), but I don't mind. It's just that no one from our grade deserves to be with me because I'm better than them. :-) The food was good and there was also a haunted house. It wasn't scary at all. I poked all the people who were meant to scare us. LOL!

 

 

Nyan Nyan Nyan Nyan Nihao Nyan! ^_^

It has been a while since my last post. It seems like I don't have inspiration or something. Sometimes at school I just feel like writing, but I don't have the possibility to. When I come home I'm so lazy and tired and ugh... I just feel like doing other things (like watching MyMusic on youtube).
Doesn't it feel like school just started? To me it does. I think my mind is still somewhere in the Summer or the end of 7th grade. And I still can't get over the fact that I'm an 8th grader. I think it's because, as I told you already, everything reminds me of 6th grade. Our homerooms are in the Mont-Blanc building, I have art in the Picasso, I have the same teachers as in 6th grade. Kind of weird! In 6th grade we were the youngest in Middle school and now we are the oldest and nothing has changed. I guess I'm still the same person.
I don't think my friends changed either. Franny - still crazy about fashion and just crazy in life and Yasmin is still perverted. I have many new friends though. We have this some sort if gang. Most of the time I'm with Franny and Yasmin, but also Hibba, Carolina, Paulina and, sometimes, Emma. Sometimes, like today, I'm just with Yasmin at the library or somewhere. Today I was expecting us to go to the library, read quietly, look at books or something, but we ended up laughing at books on Soviet Russia that we suddenly came upon. There's nothing really funny about the stuff we laugh about. It's just the way we do it. Zoom!!! (our word for LOL)
So school is fun so far. (Can't believe I actually said that!!!) My lowest grade for now is a B and I got a 100% for maths and history (with Mme Roussel!!!!).
I'm thinking of doing my own yearbook for the end of the year. Since it's my last year in Middle School (still can't get over that fact! =)) I want to remember every single thing about that. I know it's kind of early to think about it now, but whatever.
I'm also thinking of being a counsellor at the Summer Campus if it is possible. Yasmin wants to too.
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October!!!

It's October!!! OMG!!! Are you kidding me? October????????
School is fun and boring at the same time.

Expository Essay. Trust.

warning: i wrote this when i was like 12 and i thought it was a good idea to post it online but guess what this is shit dont use this as reference

This summer I learnt a lot about trust and trusting people. The more time I spent with my friends and family the more I learnt about trusting people. You trust different people differently. Some of them seem trustworthy and make you want to tell them your biggest secrets from the very start, whereas you still wouldn’t rely on some people even if you’ve known them for “100 years”.  So this essay is going to be on what I have learnt about trust during the summer.

               Let’s start from something many people would agree on. Most of us think that we trust people we know a lot. Our parents, our best friends, relatives, or cousins; these are the people closest to us. They have known us since a long time and we know them too. These people surely know what present to give you on your birthday or just how to make you happy. So do you. But sometimes when it comes to things like secrets you would rather not tell them anything. Telling a stranger something you might be even ashamed of would be easier than telling the same thing to a close friend. Even if a stranger will always be stranger, it sometimes easier to tell them something you don’t want anyone to know about because you know that you’re surely not ever going to see them again. Looking into the eyes of your best friend every day and knowing that they know your biggest secret in the world could be tough. What if it’s a secret that you’re very ashamed of? Knowing that you’re not the only one in this world knowing it makes it easier, but knowing the person who knows it too is not.

               So sometimes is talking to a stranger is easier than talking to a friend? But people we feel easy to talk with are the people we trust. So we trust strangers more than friends? What’s so special about friends then? The thing about people who are close to you is that you surely know that they won’t let you down. That’s how we trust them. You know that if you’re having a hard time they’ll help you even if means risk to them. Trust isn’t only about secrets. It also is about help. Would you want a stranger to help you even to hold your bag? You surely wouldn’t because you don’t know them. Strangers can’t betray you either because they’re not your friends. You can’t blame them for not being honest with you. That’s why there’s a difference between friends and strangers.

            So my conclusion is that there’s no such a thing as trust.  You can’t define it with one word because it has such different definitions. You trust different people differently. Some are good for keeping your secrets and some are the best advice-givers. Indeed, sometimes it’s easier to talk to a stranger than a friend, but it doesn’t mean you don’t trust them. It’s your choice who you want to talk to or get advice from. After I discovered more about trust I don’t feel ashamed of myself anymore that I, sometimes, don’t want to tell my friends something. It made me understand that trust can be described in different ways and doesn’t always have to be about friendship.

First days of school

School started on the 28th of August. It seems like a lot time ago. Now all my summer experience seems like a dream or something I have imagined myself.
I don't really want to talk about the very beginning of school (how I met my friends, the bbq, etc.). I'll just tell you that my homeroom teacher is called Mr. Woodbridge. I'm in the same class as Franny, Yasmin, Emma and many other of my friends. There are a lot of Russian-speaking people in my class. There's Feodor who looks like a gangster or a bully, Anastassia, Artem and the others. Our classrooms are located at the Montblanc building just like in 6th grade. We have small lockers while the frenchies have the big ones in the Eiger. Everything feels like 6th grade. I have Miss Stierly for Maths, Frau Weinz for German just like in 6th grade. The only new teacher I have this year is M. Hartmann for Science. He's super attractive and is very nice. The rest of my teachers are like in 6th or 7th grade.
For English I still have Missis Manchala. I somehow managed to get in trouble with her our first English lesson. She told us to write an essay (she calls everything an essay) either about our holiday or our room. I had no inspiration, what so ever, so I sat there staring at a blank sheet of paper in front of me. She also read us this story called "The heart of another." It was hard not to laugh because of the way she talked. I had a feeling that she was trying to imitate an English accent. The funniest thing was that she said "wOs" not "was".
I think that's everything about my first days of school.
C YA!!!