Notes From School: Lit Class

I think a lot about girls. Which is normal, I guess, but I’m weird about it. I like girls, but I don’t like relationships. I think. Do I? I don’t know. All I know for sure is that I like girls. And I want to be close to them. Physically. All else is in constant flux.

Ms. Pettingill is someone I can never figure out. I can’t really tell if I like her or not.  She’s sporadic. But she’s not dumb. She has an odd spirituality about her that’s really irritating, though.

I wish I had a laptop. My writing is much better in Linux Corsiva.

the books in this class are hit and miss. We’re in a ‘south America’ unit, so naturally it’s pretty boring. Something about latin American culture kind of… bores me.

I know it’s bad to think that, but I really don’t care. I’ve been in Spanish my whole life but I think I wanted to be in French.

France is a progressive nation, Mexico is regressive. France is secular, Mexico is Catholic. France has healthcare, Mexico has dirty water. I wish I was in French. France > Mexico. But don’t tell that to my parents. I don’t want them to feel like they did something wrong.