I’m not empty on my own

Unfortunately for me (and the rest of the people at school), classes didn’t get suspended as we all hoped it would be. Apparently, it didn’t rain hard enough for the Department of Education to send us all into the safety of our homes. Today was uneventful. We didn’t have two of our morning classes because of the parties for the Student Council were reading out their speeches. It was all basically the same goddamn thing ten times over. “I cannot promise you anything, but I can promise you that I will try to do my very best to serve you because that’s what we are all about, service…” Blahblahblah bullshit…if voting for Student Council officers were optional I wouldn’t waste my time by voting at all. Their projects never get approved by the Dean of Discipline anyway.

Oh, one good thing that happened to me: I got accepted into the school newspaper. Again. I’m not surprised though…I was expecting it. Know what I wrote in the screening? See, they asked me why I think I should belong in Screeve (the school paper). And I wrote a lot of bullshit about, “I believe that I’m a really good writer and if I get accepted in Screeve, I can make the issue colourful and interesting because I write really great short stories and essays.” (The last short story I wrote was years ago.) Then I made up a poem about friendship. It was either I write a poem about friendship or I write a poem about love, simplicity, modesty and goodness knows what other virtues there are out there. Well…I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised I did get accepted. I had written everything in a rush because it was during recess and not only was I starving but if I didn’t hurry it up I’d be late for my next class.

On account on the wonderful weather outside (to me, rainy days are considered wonderful weather), the classroom was practically a refrigirator. It was soooo cold that the windows were adorned by my classmates’ crushes names written in the frost. For the millionth time that day, I cursed myself for being too lazy to bring a jacket. I was freezing. Fortunately for me, my friends were nice enough to lend me their jackets for a short period of time. Then they would freeze over and force me to give them back their jackets. I think it would be wise if I left my denim jacket in my locker, cos it’s heavy and takes up quite a lot of space in my backpack.

Jean came to my house today because he had to print out something over the Internet. He looked like a god, even though his clothes were worn and ancient. He won’t be moving back to Korea after all! Instead, he’ll try to get in a Montessori school, or in a British school. It’s when I’m around people like him that I feel so literally small. How I hate my height! I bet I would look and feel sooo much better if I was at least three inches taller. Goddamn…

I’m gonna be watching Tomb Raider with Annie after school tomorrow! I can’t wait.