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**All the AFS students are going on a trip this week and I can`t go...so we`re going to be seing a lot more LJ posts.**
August 17
Didn`t sleep, went to school in green tights and a dress that was too small. My bus is only a little truck and in comes to your front door. I sat next to a boy from australia. He`s sixteen and he`s been here for six months with his parents and his little brother.
The director looked me up and down. Was he judging my clothes? It bothered me.
Class was incredible. The kids surrounded me and asked me the same questions over and over. "What`s your star sign" was a popular one. They were so frinedly, but acted like fifth graders. Girls clustered on one side of the classroom, boys on the other. Two boys got sent out to the hall for time out. One boy stuck his finger in my face and shouted bang three times then walked away. I thought he was retarded, so I giggled and pretended I was shot. Later I realized that no, he wasn`t retarded--just at a complete lack of social skills. After eight hours one of the boys talked to me. A girl asked me if I thought he was cute so I said yea and he blushed and walked away.
The girls asked me what I liked most about exchange and I said that I wanted to leave and I did. For once I took control of my life. They were like, "to leave? you mean like go out? oh! she means she likes the dance clubs!" no. nevermind. and I like the people. "you mean you like the boys!" shreek shreek giggle giggle. no. fucking no.
I tried to pay attention to the teacher. some girls slithered over and offered to teach me bad words. It felt like a drug deal. Maybe the most obnoxious thing ever. I got bitchy kind of fast, but I was disapointed with them. I sat by the window and stared out at the street while they read Don Quijote. Horse drawn carriage, white things on a telephone line contrast with cold clean sky--looks like the Shins CD cover.
All my classes are a repeat of last year. I`m going to ask to move up a level. Maybe I`ll like my classmates better. I came home and Gladys yelled at me for eating leftover ravioli. Watched the Simpsons in spanish and Flor came home with Guillermo. Flor asked me a bunch of questions and I felt vunerable in my dress. Flor left us alone and I showed Guille my music. He sat on the couch listening to my ipod and I sat next to him drawing a picture of my heart. Dense warm ball hanging in empty space, aching.
My classmates listen to shit: Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Avril Levigne, Brittney Spears. They`ve never heard of Hendrix. Mili, Caro and Ine I like. The rest are annoying. I`m judging to early, SHIT anna. I mean, at a point in my life I ignored completely most of the people who I love the most now.
Fede. I forgot her. I like Fede. And Silvi`s cute although she stares and doesn`t talk. There. I`ve got five people.
And the class is funny. They make me laugh.
After Guille and I sat there for a while Flor, Gladys and I went shopping for my FIFTH FUCKING TIME.
August 17
Didn`t sleep, went to school in green tights and a dress that was too small. My bus is only a little truck and in comes to your front door. I sat next to a boy from australia. He`s sixteen and he`s been here for six months with his parents and his little brother.
The director looked me up and down. Was he judging my clothes? It bothered me.
Class was incredible. The kids surrounded me and asked me the same questions over and over. "What`s your star sign" was a popular one. They were so frinedly, but acted like fifth graders. Girls clustered on one side of the classroom, boys on the other. Two boys got sent out to the hall for time out. One boy stuck his finger in my face and shouted bang three times then walked away. I thought he was retarded, so I giggled and pretended I was shot. Later I realized that no, he wasn`t retarded--just at a complete lack of social skills. After eight hours one of the boys talked to me. A girl asked me if I thought he was cute so I said yea and he blushed and walked away.
The girls asked me what I liked most about exchange and I said that I wanted to leave and I did. For once I took control of my life. They were like, "to leave? you mean like go out? oh! she means she likes the dance clubs!" no. nevermind. and I like the people. "you mean you like the boys!" shreek shreek giggle giggle. no. fucking no.
I tried to pay attention to the teacher. some girls slithered over and offered to teach me bad words. It felt like a drug deal. Maybe the most obnoxious thing ever. I got bitchy kind of fast, but I was disapointed with them. I sat by the window and stared out at the street while they read Don Quijote. Horse drawn carriage, white things on a telephone line contrast with cold clean sky--looks like the Shins CD cover.
All my classes are a repeat of last year. I`m going to ask to move up a level. Maybe I`ll like my classmates better. I came home and Gladys yelled at me for eating leftover ravioli. Watched the Simpsons in spanish and Flor came home with Guillermo. Flor asked me a bunch of questions and I felt vunerable in my dress. Flor left us alone and I showed Guille my music. He sat on the couch listening to my ipod and I sat next to him drawing a picture of my heart. Dense warm ball hanging in empty space, aching.
My classmates listen to shit: Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Avril Levigne, Brittney Spears. They`ve never heard of Hendrix. Mili, Caro and Ine I like. The rest are annoying. I`m judging to early, SHIT anna. I mean, at a point in my life I ignored completely most of the people who I love the most now.
Fede. I forgot her. I like Fede. And Silvi`s cute although she stares and doesn`t talk. There. I`ve got five people.
And the class is funny. They make me laugh.
After Guille and I sat there for a while Flor, Gladys and I went shopping for my FIFTH FUCKING TIME.