A/N- Hey! I'm kind of updating practically everyday. Well, I write everyday. But when I go back to school, I'll update like a bunch of chapters at once. Enjoy! R&R!!

-r19rachel/rachel

July 29, 2009

Hey! So, Today's July 29th, I can't believe that in less than 2 weeks, it's my birthday! I'm turning 12!!! What I hate is that my birthday is on a Saturday. Saturday's are my busiest day of the week, I have French class at 11:00 and I have Spanish class at 3:30. I hate French class. My dad thinks he's wasting his money on Spanish, 'cause I'm not reviewing on weekdays, but he doesn't think that he's wasting his money on French. My mom and I both agree that he's wasting his money on French class. Everybody asks why I hate French. Well, I don't hate French, I hate French class. I have an old and boring teacher who is practically bald, and she's female. It's disgusting. I shudder just thinking about it. She's the most boring teacher I ever had. I have a long history in French. I've had a billion teachers. I go to a group lesson in Central. I used to go there when I was really young, but then I had a private teacher who comes. But, my dad fired her, then I had a private tutor who I had to go to her house. Then, my dad fired her, then, I went back to this place. My old teacher was awesome! But then, it was too easy so then I had another teacher there, then she left so I'm stuck with an old, boring, almost bald teacher. I started Spanish class last summer. I always begged my dad if I could learn Spanish, but he always said no. Until one night, we had dinner with my parent's friends who I told you about yesterday, you know, the boring friends. Yeah…them. So this is how the conversation went:

"So…Rane, how's French class?" The bald guy asked. He's one of my dad's friends, he's fat and bald. Just saying…nothing wrong with that.

"Uh…not good." I said while I shook my head. What was I supposed to say? All of my dad's friends that I have met know that I hate French class

My dad just says the same thing he says to everyone, "I always tell her, it's good to learn one more language."

That night, I was really tired of hearing the same thing over and over, so I said, "Well then let me learn French."

As always, he said no.

I thought that it was the end of the conversation. But the bald guy butts in and says, "You know, it would be good if Rane learns Spanish. If she likes it, she should learn it."

End of conversation.

The next day, my dad decided that I could start learning Spanish during summer time. During the summer, I will only take classes in the morning, but I had to be stuck with 7 year olds. One of the kid's helper thought I was the teacher…so embarrassing. I know which teachers are good, and which are bad, because, Kane, learned Spanish there, she had the female teacher (there were only 2 teachers that time, a guy, and a girl), and she got bored, so she quit. So my mom requested that I didn't have her. I didn't…until the end of the summer course, she wasn't that bad, but I like the guy teacher more… he is funny. So at the end of the summer course, I tried to get him, but I couldn't, so I tried the new teacher, the problem was that, I had to be with 7 year olds again, because I didn't want to have a lesson in the afternoons, so it had to be with 7 year olds. But I didn't like it, 'cause it was too easy. So I had the lady in the afternoons at 3:30. But she couldn't teach in the afternoon's so the new teacher was our teacher….he's also really funny. If I want to hang out with my friends in the afternoons, I go to the class in the morning with the 7 year olds. It didn't matter, 'cause it was the same teacher.

Back to my day today….

After lunch, I had to go to Central to go fix my china visa. We rode the bus to central, and walk a billion miles there, only to know that I couldn't fix my china visa because we got there too late. Then I had to walk a billion miles back to go get my new glasses. They're ok, but I have to get used to them. I still like my old ones more. After we went to go get my glasses, we went to the library, I had a book reserved, so I went to go get it, it was "Remember Me?" By Sophie Kinsella. I read a bit of it, it was awesome (A/N-It really is awesome!!!) After my mom's done, we left and went home. I just remembered something. Today I also looked to see what time the movie Up (A/N-It's out tomorrow, I know…really late, HK sucks), I watched the trailer, it's going to be hilarious! I can't wait to watch it!!! Remember how I told you about my birthday in the beginning of the entry? Well, I remember my teacher Juan (John in English), told me….

"It's my birthday soon…and it's on a Saturday." I said. We were talking about birthdays.

"Rane, on your birthday, you have to bring a cake in. In Argentina, if you turn 12, we have to pull your ear 12 times."

"I'm not going to let you touch my ears," I covered my ears, "And, by the way, I'm so not bringing a cake in."

"Yes you are!!!" Obviously, I wouldn't.

And today…my dad had the same idea during lunch. He even asked my mom to buy 2 cakes. One for Spanish and one for French. Thank God I was there, if not, my mom might've done that, if I didn't tell her not to. I told her that it was my birthday, so I get to decide. She reluctantly agreed. I guess, that's it for today. See ya!

Signed,

~Rane~