Emma's Diary

June 8: Death-Glare-Possessing Teachers and Unsent Love Letters

 My Room

Early morning

(That sounds like a Britney Spears song which I will not sing because I am quite upset and I intend to stay that way)

 

I don’t want to go to school, mom.

 Why can’t I just die?

 UUUGH.

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 Classroom III-Diamond

English

 

I’m listening. I just noticed, though. Mrs. Reyes’s ears are weird. One sticks out like really just sticking out, you know (Oh, great description there, Shakespeare) but the other one’s sort of flat and floppy.

 Fascinating.

 I’m still listening, though.  Something about short stories, yeah. I’m taking down notes and writing in this diary at the same time. Just so you know, I’m quite gifted at multi-tasking. One time when I was running late, I did my math homework and brushed my teeth at the same time.

 Now that’s what you call fascinating.

 But honestly, Mrs. Reyes’s ears really are fascinating. I can’t stop looking at them. They’re…mesmerizing.

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 Classroom III-Diamond

Music, Arts, Physical Education, and Health (MAPEH)

 

I hate this class. Well, mostly the PE part. Okay, just the PE part. I hated it since freshman year. Why, you ask? Hmm…Let’s see.

 I hate PE. I just hate exerting so much physical effort into something I see as pointless. I’d rather stay in the library all day than run laps or do jumping jacks or push-ups, or sit-ups. And my classmates actually enjoy it. What the hell? I blame the heat. You know, living in a tropical country and all, too much exposure to the sun ain’t good for the mind.

 Mrs. Enriquez started discussing the components of physical fitness. Why do all our MAPEH teachers do this? We learned this when we were freshmen. Then it was discussed again when we were sophomores. And now, this, AGAIN? Why do our teachers keep repeating this topic again and again? Knowing what the components are wouldn’t make us rich. Knowing the components wouldn’t give us superpowers. Knowing the components wouldn’t make me super-fit—though if there is a way to obtain said super-fitness, that would be nice especially because I am practically a wimp. True story.

 Excuse me while I copy these notes.

 I’m hungry again.

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TO-DO LIST

1. Bring PE uniform tomorrow.

2. Try not to pass out until recess.

3. Ignore the pleading cries of my stomach no matter how poor and helpless the little guy sounds.

4. Think of something to distract me from my pangs of hunger.

5. Isn’t Darwin Chavez dreamy? OHMYGOODNESS HE’S LOOKING AT ME. Be cool, Emma, be cool.

6. NOW HE’S SMILING OH MERLIN HELP ME