my teacher threw away my writings. i really wanted to reead them again. i cant believe he did that. poor old man, throwing away treasures mistaken for trash. he needs that hearing aid fixed. and his glasses intensified. if he wants to keep up with the modern world, he has got to be equipped.
the rain wont stop pouring, and the people keep pilign up in this room. just to get a glimpse at warmth. theres no heaters in this school. but all the body heat combined is working as a fine substitute. i havent eaten all day today. i'm hungry. and there is something i could do about it but i dont want to go trudging across the school just to get a pb &j on stale bread. i can't wait to get out of here, i only have four more quarters. 44 days each, that is 176 days, only 880 more hours in this institution. my boyfriend would be proud to here me referring to this school as an institution, i supoose in many ways it is.