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My English teacher is being her ever so vindictive self (punishment, I believe, for turning in an essay written in Japanese on an English poem) and has assigned me even more Oscar Wilde to read. Along with some John Donne, for "improving my mind and soul" and she has gotten my Japanese literature teacher to assign me volumes of haiku. Again.
Everyone should be happy I am in no mood to write those silly, stupid poems. It's bad enough to analyze them.
But school has actually come in handy for something, once. I've discovered a place where no one knows who - or what - I am, and it's quite interesting.
I wonder if I can balance weekly visits to the courts and keep up with everything. I have yet to meet anyone I've really been interested yet, until him, and the talks amuse me.
Everyone should be happy I am in no mood to write those silly, stupid poems. It's bad enough to analyze them.
But school has actually come in handy for something, once. I've discovered a place where no one knows who - or what - I am, and it's quite interesting.
I wonder if I can balance weekly visits to the courts and keep up with everything. I have yet to meet anyone I've really been interested yet, until him, and the talks amuse me.