2003-09-05 - 5:28 p.m.
I don't even feel like posting on the Sisters' diary anymore... I don't belong. But here's my list of three people I'd have lunch with:
1. J.R.R. Tolkien.
2. Oscar Wilde
3. William Shakespeare (maybe will learn how to write better!)
It's really hard keeping your spirits up. They want to drag you down with them, into the deepest recesses of hell, where your mind works feverishly beyond your control and blows everything out of proportion.
It seems my days are riddled with both good and bad, a manic rollercoaster ride I'm holding feebly on to. In the end, the bad always happens more than the good.
I speak of the sudden explosion of our Creative Writing Club and Drama Club numbers. Anxious ninth graders attempting to join every activity, boys reeking of body odour, girls spritzed from head to toe in perfume and skirts hiked up. Most of them will drop out by the second meeting, when they realize they'd much rather go to cross country or (heaven help us!) make out in the bathroom.
And I was made sub-editor at the school newspaper by default, while the seniors glared at me saying "do you think she is capable of doing the job?" because apparently I look too 'local', like those girls wearing bright blue uniforms walking to school, not a smidgen of English in their vocabulary.
They think Mike can do the job because he looks more Caucasian than Chinese. They think Andria can do the job because she speaks loudly. They think Adrienne can do the job because she's Adrienne. And me? "Um... yeah, her, the one who looks kinda stupid... oh hey, isn't that her painting on the wall? OH YEAH! Her! Hmm, I don't know anything about her, but hey, let's stereotype because she looks 'local'!"
I probably know more English than all their puny little minds infused together with AA glue. I can do this job. And I will. I don't care what they say because I can do this job without their snide little noses poking into my business. They're probably going to drop newspaper club two weeks from now anyways.
Cherrie in the corner, telling Adri how lucky she was that Cherrie didn't volunteer for editor because then Adri wouldn't have gotten the spot as sub-editor.
Band. Wasn't quite as bad as I thought, as got to sit with Dongcha and talk. Also played quite well. Pressure's off because am second. Colin sitting next to me looks bored, but at least is bearable.
Once again, stupid bus didn't go directly home to my house. Had to walk down hill. It was so humid, could smell the dampness in the air. Started raining just as was approaching courtyard of apartment building. I ran into the building, soaked.
I don't know what this day was like. But it will soon fade from my memory. And I don't know if I should be grateful or what.
