“Anyway, during one session I discovered that by using a succession of techniques I actually developed during the war, I could create an entirely new genre of music. And that was the night I created disco.”—
It is the most awful season of them all. Not only are the clothes fugly and make me feel self conscious, but since there is no school I am dangerously bored. I prefer to be bundles up in luxurious winter wools, frantically working ‘til midnight on homework. I miss it.
I admit it sounds sick and twisted, but I miss school; it’s where I’m in my element, my zone. I know how to excel there, I’m never bored there. I can see my friends every day there. I think one of the best things about it is that my mom has to take me. It’s not like in the summer where she can choose to not give me ride wherever I want to go. And since I have no license or car, I am stuck at home. Being at home drives me insane. There is nothing to do here.
I feel like everyone else is out having constant fun. If I lived in Denmark I could go wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. America needs to be taught a lesson about public transportation. I hate this country; I need to get out.