Non mi piacciono i cretini. La lingua stranieri non uguale illegale. Uffa. Non c'è peggior sordo di chi non vuol sentire.

Seven years ago, i was in seventh grade. I don't remember seeing anything as it happened. I remember hearing that people were jumping. I remember my math/science class cheered when it heard we'd be getting out early, & a teacher came & yelled at us. I remember sunshine. I remember how at first, we didn't get it, thought it was nothing, & went right on memorizing our Japanese skit. I remember the principal saying something about "history in the making" or something along those lines. I remember Mrs. Wagner telling us to work on our artwork, that sometimes it helped.

Decided to stay to see some shows opening, since am rarely in the CFA (especially due to laziness), except for Painting. Got hungry, so went over to Newell & ate. Over $8 down the drain; noo. Stupid stomach! Oh well, whatever. And a desk top (the swivel kind) attacked in Astronomy. This week.... gngh.

Have both a German quiz & a Japanese quiz next week. Not easily confused; German will be the numbers, alphabet, & maybe definite(?) articles. (Das Himmel ist grau heute.) Which could be difficult, though at least they all have the same plural form. Japanese should be vocabulary (hobbies & sports?) & "good at/ bad at; good at (& like)/ bad at (& hate)."

Odd how now i write in Italian. But still, not very well.

6:09 p.m. | September 11, 2008

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