I think I'm a charity case.
I think I'm a charity case, Mrs. Hyde's and apparently Ms. Roberta's. With the former it all started during last year's MUN. I couldn't afford the trip and she helped me fundraise. Now she's all about paying for all my ballet costumes and the SPSCON trip. With Ms. Roberta, it began when, during the past exams week, I had cried in front of her, and she had given me the Walton info. sheet. Just today, Roberta asked me if I had applied to Walton (today is the application deadline) and then when I inquired if I would need to submit SAT and TOEFL scores and argued that I couldn't afford to do them, she said not to worry. Then afterschool, I was walking out of my classroom and Hyde was coming down the hall. She called out to me and after she had yelled at a couple of teachers she said, "you say you want to dance in the Christmas show, I'll pay for the costume".
And I'm thinking, what show, what dance?
Anyway, I continued and while I was walking, the realization came to me: I'm her [their] charity case. I'm not even sure how to feel or what to think. Are they expecting more from me because of the help they've been giving me? I don't know.
Like mom said, maybe they're just nice because I'm a good student and a good scholarship candidate. Maybe they see potential. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it, and it's simply because they know my family can afford very little and so they've taken me as their charity case.
I'm grateful nonetheless.
So, the SPSCON IV. That's the title of the event, though I'm not sure what it means. It's a Latinamerican-wide MUN. Yes, kids from all of Latinamerica will be there. Yes, hot guys from foreign countries will be there. Yay. I better try my hardest to impress everyone. Perhaps catch someone's eye (heart). Ha. It'll be in SPS on December 5-7. I have plenty of time to find a way to acquire new clothes for it.
On Thursday, the school celebrated their own version of Halloween. "Character's Day", "trunk or treat", "no scary characters", are just part of the disguise they use to hide the fact that it's a Halloween wannabe. At least I got lots of candy.
I dressed up as Rebecca Baxter, aka Bex, from the Gallagher girls series. I put on a skirt, borrowed a white botton-down from Monse, printed out the school crest and pinned it to the shirt. On my feet I wore the brown heels, which got ruined because of the mud and water puddles I had to walk through, and the white school socks. My hair was loose and adorned with a simple black headband. Lots of people told me I looked pretty. My skirt was a little bit short, but hey, if mom let me out like that then it wasn't that bad, so my legs were a little exposed, my hairy legs. I tried to be unselfconscious about it.
I've decided not to try to shave my legs again, until I was old enough, or wealthy enough, to buy myself the appropritate method to rid my body of unwanted hair. Until then, I'll own my feminist side.
Tomorrow is Zelaya's birthday. So, he is older than I am. I'm not a craddle robber, or whatever it's called, saltacuna, even though it would have been only a few days. Older guys, even with days of difference, are more attractive to me. I think it would be the perfect excuse to hug him, while wishing him a happy birthday. We'll see.
I wrote this during class:
"We're at the mercy of our own minds."
And I'm thinking, what show, what dance?
Anyway, I continued and while I was walking, the realization came to me: I'm her [their] charity case. I'm not even sure how to feel or what to think. Are they expecting more from me because of the help they've been giving me? I don't know.
Like mom said, maybe they're just nice because I'm a good student and a good scholarship candidate. Maybe they see potential. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it, and it's simply because they know my family can afford very little and so they've taken me as their charity case.
I'm grateful nonetheless.
So, the SPSCON IV. That's the title of the event, though I'm not sure what it means. It's a Latinamerican-wide MUN. Yes, kids from all of Latinamerica will be there. Yes, hot guys from foreign countries will be there. Yay. I better try my hardest to impress everyone. Perhaps catch someone's eye (heart). Ha. It'll be in SPS on December 5-7. I have plenty of time to find a way to acquire new clothes for it.
On Thursday, the school celebrated their own version of Halloween. "Character's Day", "trunk or treat", "no scary characters", are just part of the disguise they use to hide the fact that it's a Halloween wannabe. At least I got lots of candy.
I dressed up as Rebecca Baxter, aka Bex, from the Gallagher girls series. I put on a skirt, borrowed a white botton-down from Monse, printed out the school crest and pinned it to the shirt. On my feet I wore the brown heels, which got ruined because of the mud and water puddles I had to walk through, and the white school socks. My hair was loose and adorned with a simple black headband. Lots of people told me I looked pretty. My skirt was a little bit short, but hey, if mom let me out like that then it wasn't that bad, so my legs were a little exposed, my hairy legs. I tried to be unselfconscious about it.
I've decided not to try to shave my legs again, until I was old enough, or wealthy enough, to buy myself the appropritate method to rid my body of unwanted hair. Until then, I'll own my feminist side.
Tomorrow is Zelaya's birthday. So, he is older than I am. I'm not a craddle robber, or whatever it's called, saltacuna, even though it would have been only a few days. Older guys, even with days of difference, are more attractive to me. I think it would be the perfect excuse to hug him, while wishing him a happy birthday. We'll see.
I wrote this during class:
"We're at the mercy of our own minds."