Gennaio Dieciquattro, 7:33 PM

I am so tired. Jesus, I don’t know what I’ve got into. Man, can’t back out with all of these things. Today, I woke up early (around four am, I think). I ironed our uniforms (I wasn’t able to do it yesterday because I had so much to do) before taking a bath. I ate breakfast and left before six am.

I was the earliest person in the gym, so I planned to skip the training, but I put my things in my locker. On my way out, I saw my team mates and Coach Rodney. I changed my mind and changed right away. Man, nasketball is getting harder everyday. Today, Coach Rodney made us ran from the baseline to the other end of the court. When I ran from the baseline up to the other end, I had it for eight seconds. Pretty fast, if you ask me. I was slow as a turtle before. But coach said that I need it to beat my record and lower it down to five seconds, which means I need to lose some pounds in order to run faster.

Anyway, Ayesa had a fit during our break because some of our team mates don’t show up for practice, while others kill themselves by showing up early and breaking a sweat. She has a point, indeed. But I couldn’t say anything because if I would, for example, I said “yeah, you’re right.” That would be held against me if things go wrong in the future. It’s better to be quiet.

I left the gym early because I had to go to my first period class. I was pretty nervous because I had my first ever report for the second period class. I kinda went cuckoo and walked back and forth across the classroom after the first period, talking to myself, doing rituals like before show like Sharpay Evans in Higschool Musical I.

I sticked the logo on the board, got the projector and asked Kathy to print my handouts in acetate. Thank God, she obliged. I started my massive report without the handout, and I used permanent marker on the white board. Darn it. I borrowed it from my seatmate, who warned me earlier not to use it because it would be there forever and ever. However, I didn’t allow such things to hinder my report, so I went on my report, borrowed my teacher’s white board marker.

I don’t know what happened, but I enjoyed talking in front. I told my classmates what I found about WTO. It was a miracle indeed, because I don’t know where I got the confidence to speak up. I mean, I have oral problems before, and I don’t like speaking in front, especially when there’s a lot of people listening.

The professor cut me in and said that I will continue my report next meeting. I was so surprised when she said she had never seen a student like that, who knows all the facts about the report. Yay. She even asked the class to give a round of applause for me. Double yay. You know, I’ve never felt so welcome here. I think I’ll be enjoying my stay.

I was in cloud nine. The next thing I knew, class was over and I had to go within my new friends for lunch. Actually, that kind of meal isn’t what others call lunch (it consists donuts, potato chips, bottled water and soda), but since I don’t anything for lunch after that, therefore, it’s my lunch. And we eat those things in empty classrooms. How antisocial, if you ask me.

After eating, some of them must go to their different classes, except for me. I always go to the library, reading People magazine on the big comfy couch, which faces the glass window, wherein the people outside the corridor could peep in as they pass.

Then, I attended fifth period English. I was dying to get out as soon as I entered the classroom. The teacher was very nice, but it was just so boring.

Right after that, I went to the gym, changed and practice volleyball. When we’re through, like what we do everyday as part of the team ritual, we prayed and held up our hands together, in our middle and say our team name. The most exciting part was when I hurried up to Coach Jason, so that when he held his hand up, I could touch it first. Oh my God. I almost swoon when I did that. I’ll post a picture of him here, I promise. Uhm, if ever I could get one. Anyway, I’ll just steal a shot, and he would never know, unless, anyone finds this and tell him.

I was kind of disappointed when the maintance told us that we can’t swim in the pool after practice, and I don’t wanna know that unknown psychological reason. I just took a bath and went home. I dropped off at Video City to return my borrowed tapes. Elaine saw me and went after me just to greet me. I found out that the BARNYARD CD was missing.

As soon as I got home, I changed and went to Benedict’s house to help him with his “bouquet out of corn” project. I cooked dinner and ate with Mom because fratelli were not around.

I practiced piano after doing te dishes, then went online.

The following days would be busy for me, because tommorow, I had to arrange flowers for a wedding, and I had to go to school on mercoledi, and I promised to help Ice to do her birthday invitations on giovedi, regular school and trainings on venerdi. Could I be more busier.

Anyway, this is better than my life last 3 months, which I consider worthless. Worthless, in the sense of, I have nothing more to look forward at school. I see school as hell, as a matter of fact. You know, in my previous entries, you could see that I never failed to have a siesta everyday, because I have nothing to do, really.

And this past week, I’ve seen six movies, but I don’t have enough time to write a review on it. But I promise to make it up for it.

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