September 5, Academic Honors
Ahhhhh. James is in academic honors, too.
Do you know what this means?!
Neither do I. Hahahahaha.
I guess I'm supposed to be reading all the handouts she gave us, but she doesn't really seem to be paying much attention to anything. She's too busy on her Blackberry.
I wish I had a cell phone. I begged Mom for one, but she says that I don't need one because I don't go anywhere. Well gee, thanks. Just another reminder of how unpopular I am. As if I really needed one.
Elaine's working on a student documentary about the evils of capitalism and how it exploits immigrants who already earn less than minimum pay but can't fight it because their voice gets drowned by the system. She's not even doing it for a class, but just for fun. I wish I was tech-y enough to make documentaries. I can barely use Windows Movie Maker. But Elaine is all over this. She's got a stack of textbooks and like three notebooks.
Everybody seems to be doing their work like true Academic Honors students should. Everyone except me, because I'm writing in this journal. At least I look somewhat occupied, unlike this guy named Riley, who is probably still staring at Elaine from the other corner of the room. It's creepy, every time I turn around, I see him just looking at her. I haven't told her yet, partly because I know she's super into her reading and she gets really mad when people interrupt her.
This class is really boring. I'm going to actually read my handouts now.