Not So Bad
The social project that I was seething about on Tuesday has turned out a lot better than I was expecting. While I was paired with someone I didn’t know, it was someone who cared about school and did her share of the work. The best part, though, is that we finished the whole project this afternoon, leaving the long weekend completely social homework-free.
French is another story. I have two letters to write, a brochure to finish and an article to read and respond to. Some of this was assigned earlier in the week and due for next Wednesday, but I honestly had no time to do any homework that wasn’t due the next day. Life’s gotten busy, or rather, I’ve let it get busy. But it’s a good busy.
Aman and I finished off the spreadsheet module today in Computer Apps. Finally. We’re around three days ahead of the rest of the class, thanks to Katrina, the awesomest person ever! I love how she’s always willing to help, and it’s not a resentful submission to it, it’s a genuine, friendly interest in making that class less frustrating for us. Spreadsheets II is math. Math is not my thing. I’m buying her a chocolate bar.
Biology rocks, just like it always does. I miss it already. Whoever knew me in grade nine… this is me counting down the hours to a class all over again, just like I did for LA. That’s right. Less than one hundred and thirteen hours until Bio on Wednesday morning.
Sony needs to invent for me a way that I can listen to my Discman on the bus and completely block out the constant swear-laden chatter of the grade tens who are always standing around me, without me having to turn the volume up to the highest setting. Honestly, get a bloody vocabulary. One that doesn’t require every second word to be four letters long and starting with ‘F’.
Speaking of the bus, this is my mini-adventure of the day. My mom drives my brother to school and it’s just as fast to drop me off at my bus stop on the way there.
It was snowing this morning. Big deal?
Normally, I would have said that. Except that the bus was close to an hour late. And standing in the snow is alright for the ten minutes we usually have to stand in it for. But by the time you can’t feel your appendages and first period starts in ten minutes, you’re ready to get onto the next bus that comes by whether it’s heading directly towards school or not. So that’s what Alex and I did—got on the Queensland bus. We figured we’d transfer to the ten at the station and get to school pretty late, but at least we would get there. I had a test in Bio that I really didn’t want to miss, but we didn’t have much choice. So we were riding on that bus for awhile, when I said as a joke to Alex, “I’ll bet you anything the 715 is right behind us…” She laughed but the bus driver said, “Actually, it is. You want off?”
Grrr. Yes. So we did get off and waited a few minutes until, sure enough, the bus we’d been waiting for arrives. There were people standing up inside, but by some freak mishap of nature, I got a seat beside Geoff. Don’t ask me who he was saving that for. He greeted me with, “Don’t you feel smart, Colette?” The day went by perfectly from that point on—I was only a few minutes late for Bio and I got 100% on the test that I was worried about missing.
“I’m off to go running in the snow. Frolic, frolic, frolic!” —Janet
