May 30, 2002 11:53
Just wrote the French exam. It was a joke!
Mme Seguin made us label a hand-drawn map. It made me snicker.
I am slowly dying in this heat, but I think the History exam is definitely going to do me in. Just now, we went down to the Ville to get food at Second Cup. We drank Italian sodas and I had a nasty muffin and we looked all smart and scholarly with our binders and notes. We bumped into Peter and Ichabod, those fools. Peter was trying to talk to Anna, and the conversation sort of went like this:
"Yo, you want some ketchup ringolos?"
"No thanks."
"Are you sure? They're good, yo."
"No thanks." (and she walked away)
And now we are in my room, and Lauren and Anna are talking (as usual), and I am not talking (as usual). I am listening to them talk about themselves again. It's actually pretty entertaining, because they don't realize how stupid and selfish they sound all the time.
I am going to get something else to eat from the dining hall, because I am hungry.