  The rest of the day was predictably uneventful. Lunch was lame, and Adrienne and I have a new inside joke... something to do with her rapping about me under the name "Lil' A". I actually don't really get this, but I laugh anyway. My tutoring class was alright: Darya: (some really fast Russian I don't understand) Me: English, please. Darya: (some really fast English I don't understand) Me: I'm sorry? Darya and Alina: (incontrollable laughter) Me: (Sigh) Alina: No, no we work now. I get a kick out of them! My teacher wanted to make me work one-on-one with this down-syndrome boy, Greg, and I nearly had to switch groups. My tutorees were very insistent that I stay working with them, ("Anna, no she work with us. ") I was considering dropping this class, but I don't have the heart.
An added touch, though, is that it is basically an automatic A. Will be going to ROCK tomorrow. Melissa is excited, I am apprehensive. I listened to Ben Kweller during passing periods. It felt so wonderful to pass people like "Fraiser" while listening to the words "...the only things that are real are the kids who kid themselves..." Affectionately... Anna 
