Salt Lake City is really weird. Uh huh. Well, I go to this really weird school prounounced Oaker, Oqquirh actually, and yeah sixth grade is way too easy so I'm skipping to seventh grade. That's kind of scary. [; Anyways yeah I have weird conversations with the kids here. Ahem..:
Boy who sits behind me: You're from Texas, right? You don't look like a cowgirl.
Me: o_0
Boy who sits at my table during math: You're Chinese, right?
Me: ...yeah.
BWSAMTDM: Speak Chinese!! [[Does this little thing where he's pretending to speak Chinese but all I hear is a bunch of gibberish.]]
Me: ...o_0 No.
BMSAMTDM: (To his weird friend Rigo): Oh, Rigo [[a freaky Mexican boy]], you're so lucky!! You get to sit by a Chinese girl! (To me): Rigo likes Chinese people. [[Smiles a stalkerish smile.]]
I guess PISD is way better than JSD. We've been learning..prime numbers and stuff. I learned that in third grade. It's really weird and so prejuduced at this school, and the teachers literally yell every five minutes. But hey, we only have three teachers in sixth grade and they're all old men so thank goodness I'm going to seventh grade. Oh and if you were wondering I go to the Salt Lake City Chinese Church and in case you were wondering, DCFC is way better. |