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Really. I quite possibly experienced the longest hour of my life yesterday. Being "bored out of your mind" suddenly had a new, updated definition. Dad told me he was picking me up at 10:30 after Chem, because he had physio. Of course, he told me when we were already 10 minutes away from home, so I didn't bring anything at all to entertain myself. T_T I spent the first 15 minutes wandering from building to building, looking for Alicia, or Michael, or ANYONE I knew who would talk to me. Then I decided I could just wait out the rest of the remaining 15 minutes up the hill by the road, where Dad would pick me up. I tried to walk REALLY REALLY SLOWLY up the hill, predicting it would take at least 3 minutes. It took 2. It's amazing how quickly you seem to walk when you're trying to kill time. I lasted a grand total of 3 more minutes up the hill, checking my watch the entire time. I went back down the hill. Slowly, mind you. I looked for Alicia/SOMEONE again. Alicia was nowhere to be found, and all the classmates/other people I knew had walked home (WHY hadn't there been a Chem preview at a school near my house?). I wandered aimlessly again, wondering if the girl near the doorway had noticed that I'd passed her 3 times already. By that point, boredom reigned supreme. I contemplated deliberately getting lost so I could waste time trying to find my way back.
Oh, and you know what? A lot of the hallways I snail-walked through were full of people. 99.99999999% of them were Asian. PLUS Random Fact #1: 14/15 people in my class are Asian. And Random Fact #2: 30/30 people in Alicia's class are also Asian. =.= I must admit, I can only take so much Asian-ness. The summer school population definitely crossed that line. Despite what my dad says, I will *never* move to China. I walked past someone saying, "Did you sawed him?" on the first day. My thoughts? "Please shoot me. Shoot me now." My Chinese class was less Chinese than this. We spoke English - grammatically correct, non-accented English, I might add - if at all possible. Come to think of it, that's probably why only 1/4 of the class was at at an 8th grade level in 8th grade.
I hate big schools. I have no sense of direction anyway, and big schools usually get me hopelessly lost. Actually, I'd have been happier lost right then. It would have killed time. Anyway, since I'm so used to LFA's smallness, I couldn't find the library or cafeteria so I could do homework. I kept wandering aimlessly. I tried not to look like a complete loser with nowhere to go, even though I was. Don't worry, I wasn't wearing school sweatpants, or anything else that identified me as an LFA student. The reputation of the private school is still safe.
I walked up the hill to see if Dad had arrived yet. He hadn't. I remembered I own a cell phone and tried to call Alicia's cell. I think her dad picked up. I hung up and hoped he wouldn't call back. There was no point in even asking for Alicia because she was on campus somewhere, waiting for her 10:25 class to start. I just couldn't find her. At 10:20, I wished I could sit through her English 10 preview class. It would have at least given me something to occupy my mind. I was just about to start talking to a random girl in my class when her car came. At 10:24, I called home to see if Brian could entertain me. Mom said he was still asleep, but woke up him up anyway. At 10:29, he fell asleep again, falling on the phone button that ended the call. 10:30 came. I smiled. I called Dad. He wanted 10 more minutes. I groaned. 3 minutes were spent just standing there, watching the gardeners garden. I spent the rest of the time sitting on the grass next to the sidewalk, reacquainting myself with my cell. 10:40 came, but the car didn't. Blackjack was played for about 20 minutes before the green van came. I glared.