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Post by larksong on Aug 23, 2011 20:17:31 GMT -6
Dear Journal, I have arrived at the school. It's a strange place, and I'm scared to death of all the people who go here. They all have some MAJOR issues, if they were sent to this place. Like me. In Language, I have no chance. I can't get my colours to match any French words! It's so aggravating! So, la mere is yellow with a hint of candy apple red, but mother is sky blue with a hint of burnt caramel brown. I can't get the colours of the words to match. I regret coming here. I would rather be in jail then in this awful place with all these messed up kids. I haven't made an effort to socialize yet though.. maybe some kids are all right. I'll have to try to be friendly towards someone.. maybe one of my new roomates? They seem okay.... well, at least if I son't make any friends I still have the Library! It has a decent selection of books, but not nearly as many as in Seattle. It also has some computers, so I might try to email some of my old friends. But it is monitered by teachers.... maybe I'll just use it for research for essays or whatever. If this gets bad though.. I may try to kill myself.... I'm serious. Well... later journal. I'll rant in you some other day.
~Leslie Rose Clistren A.K.A Lark
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