I seem to have forgotten

How much of a people person I am NOT. I guess. I'll start with good news.


Today, I bought a backpack. It was raining when I walked to school this morning and I got my books wet. If you know me, you know I keep better care of my books than I do of my dork self. Needless to say, I was irritated. I came home, ate lunch, and almost immediately walked to the store across the street to look. Some were all glitzy and stuff, others very masculine. I settled for a boy's backpack, but it could be said to be unisex I suppose. A small, blue Adidas bad was fine for what I need. I love school supplies, and the other afternoon I went out to buy a new note book< pencil case and random supplies. So effing cute by the way, all of the school supplies.

I now have a Pooh Bear notebook. Shut up. It came with stickers.

Also some good news-school. Today would have been a nightmare for me last year. Two classes of math (which is equivalent to 1.5 hours), two Biology, one Chemistry...and gym to end it right :)

But really...I love Biology. Chemistry I just had a nice teacher last year, and we know about my math issues. But today, I was taking notes, and I actually understood. Everything. I'm not talking about the language, because that comes and goes. We were working on math problems separately (Trigonometry), and when the teacher went over them....I had ACTUALLY done them right. And it was not hard. So weird. And in Bio and Chem I understood because it is mostly things that I had learned before. But I have to say...I think the education down here is WAY ahead of in the U.S....as in, they learn a WHOLE lot more than "we" do.


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Okay. Today was a landmark day on my exchange. I got yelled at. No, not yelled at. I got a stern talking to. I got in trouble. And I guess it was just a matter of time. I am a pain in the ass. Less of one here, I think. But I'm probably not the best exchange student to ever live.
In New York, I got "in trouble" sometimes. I got yelled at a lot by some teachers, family and stuff. But I am good at ignoring things. The only person I ever took to heart that yelled at me was my boss. I remember when I got yelled at FOR REAL by her the first time. I cried like a baby and wouldn't look her in the eye for weeks. But it's different getting in trouble and getting told in a foreign language. I didn't feel like I was in trouble. My host mom here can he harsh but she was extremely light on me...I expected worse, because I saw it coming.

Anyway, I walked away unchanged. But it started to boil inside of me. I hate rules. I live a KIND OF tame life back home. I don't do things exceedingly dumb that most people my age do. I don't have rules to live by there. I hate that I have them here, though I am 18 now...and I can not live exactly the way my Brazilian friends do. So stupid.

and now I am pissed at this keyboard. It beeps and fritzes and the computer is horrible. I want mine back :(