Wednesday, April 15th 2015

Several of them have gathered at the front row by the window.. It's the closest to the speakers on the wall, so I guess that is the reason why there.. It's hard to tell how many there is of them, because one of them is more or less sitting ontop of my desk.. But when she moves, I can count at least seven..

They're using the speakers to play the type of music they always listen to.. It's so much bass, it's impossible to hear the repeating lyrics.. And I can hear the lyrics to all my Hard Rock and Screamo songs.. One of the other girls in my class said it felt as if the music ate your braincells, if you listened to it for long.. And when I think of it, it really does feel like it.. Luckily my Rock is louder than their bass, so I get to keep my working cells a little longer..

And need them, because tomorrow we have French.. The class is already stamping my braincells into tiny blocks of funny letters that's so hard to pronounce.. I thought about dropping out of High School after my first class with our teacher in French, who, by the way, is from Russia and can barely even spell Native correctly..

I have nothing against peeople from good, old Mother Russia, but honestly.. I think she hates me, more than anything.. It's just because it's hard and I tend to forget my homework and forget how to bend.. Pretty much any word..

Je déteste français..

Nah, it's not that I actually hate French.. It's more about learning it.. But, not surprisingly, I'm very off topic.. My classmates aren't all that interesting to write about, I guess..

As I turn my volum louder, I try to find out what kind of people they are in our class.. And I think they classify as "Back Of Class Crew", except that they're in front of the class..

It's, as said, seven of them is a circle around the speakers.. Two of them are boys.. Two of the girls are blonde, the third is repeating.. For the third time, I think.. One is a sweet girl with middle-brown hair, she's the best friend of the girl with blue hair.. Both of the last ones lives in the next town and lives in tiny apartments during school weeks and goes home in the weekends..

I know none of my friends, in or out of class, really likes the back row boys.. There are more than two of them, but they seem to be busy.. The blondes are not the smartest of the them, but they are not stereotypical-stupid.. There stereotypical-stupid blondes are nowhere to see..

Those two girls that lives in the next town, the one with brown and blue hair, is always late, but there seems to be nothing too terrible about them..

The third time repeater is probably the oldest one in our class.. She moved here from an African country I can't remember, when she was 4 years old, and despite being much older than the rest of us and the fact that she already have a pair of twins, she seem to fit right in with the "Back of Class Crew".. Which I think is great.. She is also very cool, I mean, with two kids, the teen mom is still trying to get through the first year of High School.. We have French together and I have to share my text book with her, for time to time..

But that's all I have time for!
I'll write more later! :D