  and oh. i'd like to say that something great happened in school today, but not really. see jeremy's diary for details. no change in seating from last year, and every day i have to climb too many stairs to my class. but great wind, great view... and i stay back until 3pm. at least on monday. i've got a feeling that our schedule drags to 3pm every day of the school week... damn it! and my geography teacher is also the teacher i dislike the most in school. the feeling appears to be mutual, and also unilaterally raised (that is, not by me ), and i always got sent out during her lesson.
sometimes for no reason at all, i might add. and that's life. i was the only one who got a warning letter, too, and those who used to be my classmates can testify that there are certainly more difficult, lazier and more stubborn characters than myself.
and why me? i'm not even the biggest kid ever. i remember watching this comedy called "taxi" with danny devito -- taxi is perhaps one of the best american comedies ever, and urlLink don't just take my word for it , and they were going to buy a masterpiece belonging to a dying artist so they can sell it for massive profits, and to convince elaine to buy it the guys recite rudyard kipling's famous poem (of which a poster graces my room) starting from the second-last stanza. cy: "ninety eight percent of existentialists already have a religion, and all of them think they're right. " 
