Thursday, April 17, 2003
at 9:07 AMAuf Wiedersehen
I sit in Herr Smith's German class, awaiting the ringing of the bell (which will not occur for another half hour or more).
Brent Dore is a big, yellow cootie. There ought to be one of those little accent thingies above the "e" in Brent's last name; however, I do not recall the accent code. Herr Smith taped some of the computer codes to the monitor, but accents are not included (as the German language does not use accents).
Vicente Fox ist sehr heiß.
I have conquered; I typed an ümlaut!
Next period I must hobble down to the newspaper classroom for yet another meager celebration of an over-commercialized Christian holiday. Mr. Powers is Catholic, which means he does not recognize that anyone cannot be Catholic. Ergo, he made me decorate an Easter bag. With coloured markers. He intends to deduct from my grade if I do not participate.
What actually displeases me more about Mr. Powers is his flippant attitude toward my "unCatholic lifestyle". He does not take me seriously, which causes me to become severely irate with him. Therefore, I point out his flaws every chance I get. For example, he says "Goddamnit" quite a bit; I know enough to know he's breaking a fairly explicit rule thus doing. He grumbles at me under his breath when I notify him of any technical transgressions he makes. At least this is something to make me feel empowered.
