Sorry I’m so late posting! I’ve been really tired every time I had time to write. On Friday I only had English class. It started at 9:50 and ended at 10:50 or so and I was almost late to class because the train was late. Debbie was actually late, so I didn’t feel too bad about sitting in my seat 2 seconds before the teacher closed the door. I was going to sit next to Nick Baker (real name: Jonathan) but he only had one seat next to him and I thought maybe he was saving it for someone, so instead I sat by myself and it was awkward and THEN he turned and started talking to me and no one ended up sitting next to him and omg I should have just sat there instead of being nice to his imaginary friend. Debbie came in late and sat next to me though, so I didn’t look like a total freak.
The English teacher’s name is Thomas. With and H. Which is weird because no one has and H in the middle of their name here. He told us it was a problem for him. He didn’t know I was an exchange student at first and when he couldn’t think of a word (tailor, draught, etc) I gave it to him and he was really impressed. Then he gave us these worksheets, and it was stupid because we had to match the English word to its Swedish meaning and obviously I can’t do that even though I’m fluent in English. So Debbie and I worked on it together, which was against the rules, but no one cared. I told her the English definition of the word and she told me which of the Swedish words that sounded like. I think I was helping her cheat as much as she was helping me to, but when the teacher came over, she said she was helping ME and the teacher was all “Why?? You’ve just got to read the text, it’s not that hard!” and I was all, “I only know conversational Swedish cause I’m American.” and then he was visibly less impressed with my earlier English feats. He flipped my paper over and read the answers I gave to some questions (which were all sarcastic because he SAID we weren’t turning it in and I didn’t think anyone was going to read it.) and pressured me to write better ones and I said “ok” and he left me alone.
I walked around town until 11:45 and ate McDonalds because I’m a fatty and then I went back to the school early because I the choir room is on the 7th floor and I didn’t want to be out of breath for tryouts.
Didn’t matter that I came early because as soon as I got out there, the teacher lady came out and said she could take me a half hour early. Seriously woman. I’m going to puke.
Lucky for me she talked for a while and I got my breath back. She tested my range and said I was definitely a soprano. This surprises me because I sound like Morgan Freeman when I talk. Whatever. Then I sang The Black Swan for her and she really liked it and asked me a bunch of questions about the composer and the opera it came from and I’m SO HAPPY I was curious about all of that Thursday night because I researched all of that and I knew the answers. 10 points for the nerd.
She had me sight read this Swedish song on the sound “nu” and I didn’t do so hot because I didn’t magically gain the ability to sight read over the summer, but I wasn’t absolutely wretched, and she said “It’s always hard in the beginning, but you’ll get better.”
So I think maybe she likes me. We find out on Monday.
we're never getting off this planet 