First of all, Sandrine got a new blog.
Second of all, Chrissa was having a crisis- she wanted a tent. She kind-of started rolling on the floor and I wasn't sure if she was laughing or crying. She told me she was practicing her hip-hop routine for danceline. Mon dieu! Je pense pas!
I got to take Algebra I this year because of my grades and intelligence. I walked into that classroom, looked around, and almost fainted. Ashley and Mia were in there. To be honest, I had no idea that they had the grades. Ashley seems so materialistic and self-absorbed while Mia is just totally oblivious to everything but her hair. I questioned Ashley, and I guess my honesty offended her. She thought I was "insulting" her intelligence. I wasn't insulting it; I was just confused as to why she was in a high school credited course. Mia, well, she didn't understand when I asked her...
It turns out that Ashley is a straight-A student. Unlike Alyson.
Today in Spanish class, we had to choose Spanish names and I was stuck being Julieta because the best ones were taken. Confession time- even if there were good names still available by the time the teacher got to me, I probably wouldn't have been able to choose then anyway. I'd much rather stick with my real name, merci beaucoup.
It was funny, though, because the teacher let Liz's name be Queso. I didn't know what that meant until, hey, I realized it was Liz. She told me if she took French, her French name would have been Fromage. We then began to talk about cheese and she said that she wants to have two daughters and name them Colby and Brie, since those are kinds of cheese and real people names at the same time.
This, mes amis, will be a long year...