Window A

there was this cute little bright yellow poncho-ed kid on the bus talking to his mom.
mom: yes it's raining very heavily, it's raining cats and dogs.
kid (excitedly): cats and dogs! where?

sigh. i feel like i ought to be doing more but i can't get myself up to doing it :( it's horrible that is.

aaaargh. i refuse to go for anymore econs s lessons :( the teacher is horrifyingly scary. he -keeps- picking on me cos he thinks i'm smart/the only one who responds to him. :'( the thing is. so he talks -really- slowly. and then when he asks questions, there's just COMPLETE silence in the class. so i figger, yeah ok. since i'm sitting in the front i might as well answer, esp since the qns are so easy anyway. after which, he would -always- consult "the girl over here" for her opinion. and when he talked he would look over at me to nod at me even if i tried v v hard to avoid eye contact. damn. aaargh. painful. talk abt unwanted attention :(