September 10, 2003
All right, I'll been a little sore over these last five days or so. New York is SO much different than Japan. I practically got lost in the subways three times already. It was not how I perceived it to be. There are homeless men and women everywhere I see on the streets. They all look dirty and tired, while shaking a little cup with a few pennies, nickels and quarters. I never seen them in Japan. It's not as clean either. It's too commercial yet, I don't see those little shops aligned in a park anymore. Gosh, I'm so homesick.
High school IS overwhelming. At Tucci, you have to take certain stairs to reach certain floors, which I found so inconvenient. I hate all my teachers already. Math team is okay, I guess. But I always manage to fall asleep in that class ;;. Mrs. Biering, well, she had an asthma attack and now is in the hospital. I never liked her though. She was too skinny and kept wearing a short mini skirt to school. But I do hope she does get better. Ms. Rosenthal is okay too. She makes us work up a lot. Once we get into the gym, she makes up jog around the perimeter, then do ten crutches and ten push-ups. Then, there is Mr. Berman. He is OBSESSED with his web page. It's always, "Go to my website for your homework.Check my page. My web page should have it posted up.Your lessons are on my page." Arghs x___x. Then Mr. Cryuz doesn't explain well. At all. And his tests are too hard. At this rate, I will be some lunatic running around with a knife, threatening to kill all the teachers at Tucci.
I live so far away from my school too. I have to wake up at six and leave by 6:45 to catch a train. It was used to be just a few blocks away. I had Madison. She sends me letters occasionally but you know how it is; it's not the same. It's just too hard to fit in here. I only have three friends so far after a couple of days and they are only in one of my classes. So I'm alone most of the time.
I'm not even sure why I moved. Or why my parents wanted us to move. They did tell me it would be a good experience for me to "discover the world". I didn't want to leave. I swear I don't. I want to be in Japan. I was supposed to wait for him.It has been three years and I haven't heard of him yet. I wonder if he forgot. But still, he promised to come back. I believe him. But I admit, I think I forgot now he looks like. I only remember his brown hair and his amber eyes. I can't see his face in my mind no more. It's been too long. He said he would write too. He never did. I'll would still wait but now I've moved. He'll never find me again.
All my friends are talking about boys. It is either "this guy" or "that guy" is so "cute" or so "hot". I sit there, jealous. Where is mine? My Syaoran? What do I say about him? He didn't send me any letters? He left me? He is cute when I haven't seen him since god knows when? That he will come back for me in Japan? That he LOVES me? Ha. Isn't that hilarious? Now, where is he? He LOVED me. That's all I can say.
I'm flunking in school too. I have received a 63 on my English pop quiz, a 77 on my history test and a 82 on my math test. Everything is just horrible.
I learned that making friends is hard.
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School homework is soo dragging me down. x_x Hope this chapter is alright! Short again, I know x.O Sorry!!
To: Sakura Angel14 Ehhs sorry if u don't know what my last chapter was about -.-;; but u`ll c soon ^^
All right, I'll been a little sore over these last five days or so. New York is SO much different than Japan. I practically got lost in the subways three times already. It was not how I perceived it to be. There are homeless men and women everywhere I see on the streets. They all look dirty and tired, while shaking a little cup with a few pennies, nickels and quarters. I never seen them in Japan. It's not as clean either. It's too commercial yet, I don't see those little shops aligned in a park anymore. Gosh, I'm so homesick.
High school IS overwhelming. At Tucci, you have to take certain stairs to reach certain floors, which I found so inconvenient. I hate all my teachers already. Math team is okay, I guess. But I always manage to fall asleep in that class ;;. Mrs. Biering, well, she had an asthma attack and now is in the hospital. I never liked her though. She was too skinny and kept wearing a short mini skirt to school. But I do hope she does get better. Ms. Rosenthal is okay too. She makes us work up a lot. Once we get into the gym, she makes up jog around the perimeter, then do ten crutches and ten push-ups. Then, there is Mr. Berman. He is OBSESSED with his web page. It's always, "Go to my website for your homework.Check my page. My web page should have it posted up.Your lessons are on my page." Arghs x___x. Then Mr. Cryuz doesn't explain well. At all. And his tests are too hard. At this rate, I will be some lunatic running around with a knife, threatening to kill all the teachers at Tucci.
I live so far away from my school too. I have to wake up at six and leave by 6:45 to catch a train. It was used to be just a few blocks away. I had Madison. She sends me letters occasionally but you know how it is; it's not the same. It's just too hard to fit in here. I only have three friends so far after a couple of days and they are only in one of my classes. So I'm alone most of the time.
I'm not even sure why I moved. Or why my parents wanted us to move. They did tell me it would be a good experience for me to "discover the world". I didn't want to leave. I swear I don't. I want to be in Japan. I was supposed to wait for him.It has been three years and I haven't heard of him yet. I wonder if he forgot. But still, he promised to come back. I believe him. But I admit, I think I forgot now he looks like. I only remember his brown hair and his amber eyes. I can't see his face in my mind no more. It's been too long. He said he would write too. He never did. I'll would still wait but now I've moved. He'll never find me again.
All my friends are talking about boys. It is either "this guy" or "that guy" is so "cute" or so "hot". I sit there, jealous. Where is mine? My Syaoran? What do I say about him? He didn't send me any letters? He left me? He is cute when I haven't seen him since god knows when? That he will come back for me in Japan? That he LOVES me? Ha. Isn't that hilarious? Now, where is he? He LOVED me. That's all I can say.
I'm flunking in school too. I have received a 63 on my English pop quiz, a 77 on my history test and a 82 on my math test. Everything is just horrible.
I learned that making friends is hard.
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School homework is soo dragging me down. x_x Hope this chapter is alright! Short again, I know x.O Sorry!!
To: Sakura Angel14 Ehhs sorry if u don't know what my last chapter was about -.-;; but u`ll c soon ^^