What’s My Sex Again?

Today’s been cool, except for P.E. I’m going to hate P.E. until the second quarter ends. That’s when we end the folk dance shit and start doing some cool stuff, like sports! P.E. sucked today. It wasn’t so bad before because we were only learning dance steps. But now, we’re learning the dance itself and I feel very, very stupid.

I was paired off with this girl (correction, jock) named Me-Anne and our teacher told us to decide on which one would be the girl. At first, the two of us were like, “I’m the girl!” “No, me!” But as reality has it, Me-Anne was the guy (cause she looks like one in the first place) and yours truly was the girl.

The folk dance we were doing is a courtship dance called Cariñosa, and the whole thing is kind of silly. Okay, so maybe our grandparents like, flirted with each other using scarves and fans. But it would work another way if this generation would remake that dance. For example: there’s this part where the girl hides her face behind a fan while at the same time, taking a sneak peek at the guy. Not in our generation–what the girl would do is grab the guy, kiss him and use the fan to cover their faces. Or maybe they’d throw the scarf over their head to ensure total privacy–I’m sure someone would come up with a more brilliant remake than I can. Hey, wait a minute, we’re an all-girls school, remember? We can’t do that folk dance if we do a remake. We’d look rather stupid kissing each other. But the real question is, why are we doing folk dances in the first place when there aren’t any guys in school? How can girls be courting each other? No wonder the population of lesbians [in school] is getting big these days. The school actually encourages it using….folk dances.

I had math tutor with Stephen tonight and believe it or not, both of us actually got some work done. See, our math tutor, Miss Judy, is cool cause even though she’s already in her early thirties (I think), she’s fun and easy to talk to. And she doesn’t mind that much when we make noise. So anyway, she made a bet with Stephen that if he keeps quiet and does nothing but solve problems for fifteen minutes, both of us get free ice cream when we see each other again this Friday. I was planning on saying some stuff that will surely make him laugh and lose the bet, but since I’d be affected if he lost/won the bet, I kept my mouth shut. AND WE WON!!!