3rd Entry

Again, I'll begin with the good news. I've been at Shiz for about two weeks (sorry I haven't written, I'm still new at keeping a diary) and my classes are all going well. Though the students can't seem to stand me for who-knows-what reason (though I do know, it's because I'm green), I get along with my teachers pretty well. My Linguification class is especially interesting; I love learning about the ancient languages. The only thing that disturbs me is that the only Animal on staff is my History teacher, Dr. Dillamond, a Goat. He often talks about how, years ago, the number of Animals at Shiz was almost the same as the number of humans. It's almost as awkward for him being the sole Animal as it is for me being…green.

Speaking of which, I had a little confrontation with Miss "Perfect-and-Popular" today. I was sitting at a table, alone, just eating lunch, when "Her Royal Highness" accompanied by what I refer to as "the posse" (Shen Shen and Pfannee) approached my humble self. Anyway, she took one look at what I was eating, a salad, and remarked, "Oh look. There's a cannibal on campus."

Shen Shen and Pfanne giggled. It was hard to keep the poison out of my voice as I replied, "Excuse me?"

"A cannibal," Galinda repeated, as if I were slow. "Y'know, as in one who eats her own kind. Like—" her voice dropped to a tone of disgust, "the lettuce, the cucumbers. You know."

I stood up, my hands so tightly clenched in fists that my knuckles turned white. It's a good thing Madame Morrible taught me how to control my magic on the first day, because otherwise those blonde curls would have gone up in flames. "I eat these green vegetables," I said, my voice rising as I spoke, "to keep the color in my skin, you should know. (Blatantly untrue, by the way, but I was too far gone to stop now) I can't imagine it's healthy to be so pale like you. What have you been eating, I wonder? Straw? With the cows, I would expect. Eats with cows, has manners like a cow's, it all fits together." Of course, as I said this I mentally apologized for insulting the cows. Though I did see some students at neighboring tables drop their forks on the table instead of taking another bite of their salad, as if eating lettuce would actually turn them green.

"I do not," Galinda spat, "eat like a cow."

"You're right," I agreed. "A cow is more graceful and doesn't slobber as much."

She just blinked at me for a couple of seconds, sweet blue eyes trying not to look offended, then said, "Whatever, Green Bean," flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away, posse in tow. She had only gone a few steps before this Munchkin boy ran up to her. I barely caught what he said, but it was along the lines of, "Miss Galinda? My name is Boq. Isn't she…" it became incomprehensible from then on, but I had a sneaking suspicion that what he was saying was not in any way complementary. Galinda sighed and rolled her eyes, not in response to what he said but to the boy himself. I smiled. Being plagued by a Munchkin boy was a worse punishment than any words I could throw in her face. It occurred to me that I might have done something with my magic after all, but that was a foolish thought. I didn't think spells could make people fall in love, and even so, it was probably just a crush. The boy would get over himself soon.

I sat down, and just then noticed everyone staring at me. "Well, don't mind me. Just get back to your," I dragged out the last word, pronouncing it with relish, "salads." I'd swear that just about half of them looked sick, and no one so much as even touched a salad.

Honestly, I'd say that was the first time anyone ever talked back to "Miss Youthful Beauty." Even though I tried to fix the room assignments, I'm still stuck with her. She finds a way to take all of my traits and twist them into things that she can use against me, as if I weren't loathed enough already. Needless to say, I find ways to get back at her, small ways, but if this doesn't stop soon I'm going to have to develop some kind of master plan to humiliate her. M.M. says I should only use my magic powers for "good," but if I'm good and she's wicked…We'll see how that works out, shall we?

I think in my last entry I forgot to give the other reason Galinda hates me. She came to Shiz for the express reason of studying magic, but when Morrible announced that she would teach me and no others, Galinda got a little…jealous. Yes, the "queen of perfection" can be jealous. Oh, what horror! So in case you, the imaginary reader, did not understand why Galinda makes my life a misery, I'm telling you now.

That's about it,

Elphaba