"Stop playin'!"

Last night, I continued reading the book in the bedroom since I couldn't sleep until midnight, by which point I probably fell asleep whilst mother was Facebooking heavily on the computer at such hours. As a consequence, everybody woke up at seven o'clock this morning; sadly, I was terribly afraid to be late at school that I hadn't had enough of my breakfast.

Simply put, this day is quite better compared to yesterday. I did things I hadn't done for a long time (teasing classmates and getting out of school late, to name a few). Mind you, I'm still not under the impression that today would've been a free day, if only we were allowed to pass our drafting plates next week. Bummer. But this day is not bad otherwise compared to those days in summer. What's just bad is that my left hand has started to give me gyp again.

Miss Ann is still the same as she was in our previous meetings since last week. I won't be surprised if this fuss continues until the end of the month, let alone the whole school year. What I am afraid of is the "harmonious relationships" I'm trying to establish is vanishing into thin air. Clearly all of us is to be blamed: no one is exempted and barred, only everybody probably has not reached the age of maturity yet (Hugo still hasn't, by the way). But as the days gone by it seems both parties have no motivation to make things good; I'm not at liberty to elaborate, but I can say dodging Miss Ann as much as possible isn't helping either.

To release this stressful realisation I had this afternoon, I volunteered to join again the school's essay contest since there wasn't one in October.  But I shan't be feigning hopes to win again.

Anyway, back to what I was saying, the point is that nobody's motivated to either talk about it entirely as a class. We're bloody fifteen year-old students and she just turned twenty-four last month, so I'm expecting a great turn out if ever that happens. Honestly I even thought we'd have a sincere class conversation on Monday, but it turned out to be different than I expected. It's really sad for me to see the class divided.

Then Steffi treated me a cup of mango shake at school whilst we were on our way home. She's such a darling.