Princess in Love (The Princess Diaries 3)
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“Somebody ratted us out!” she keeps yelling. “Somebody told! Why else would they schedule a fire drill for exactly the same time as my walkout? I’m telling you, these bureaucrats will stop at nothing to keep us from speaking out against them. Nothing! They’ll even make us stand out in freezing drizzle, hoping to weaken our immune systems so we’ll no longer have the strength to fight them. Well, I for one refuse to catch cold! I refuse to succumb to their petty abuses!”
I suggested to Lilly that she write her term paper on the suffragettes, because they, like us, had to put up with numerous indignities in their battle for equal rights.
Lilly, however, told me not to be facile.
God, being best friends with a genius is hard.
Wednesday, December 10, G & T
I can’t tell if Michael got the note or not!!!!
Worse, stupid Judith Gershner is here AGAIN. Why can’t she stay in her own class? Why is she always hanging around ours? We were all getting along perfectly well until she came along.
My life is pathetic.
I thought about going across the hall to the teachers’ lounge and asking Mrs. Hill a question about something—like why she had the custodians remove the door to the supply closet so we can’t lock Boris in there anymore—so she’d maybe look over and NOTICE that there’s a girl in our classroom who is not supposed to be there.
But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, because of Michael. I mean, Michael obviously wants Judith here, or else he’d tell her to go away.
RIGHT?????
Anyway, with Michael so busy and all with Miss Gershner, I guess I am on my own with the whole Algebra review thing.
That’s all right. I’m completely fine with that. I can study on my own just fine. Watch:
A, B, C = disjoint partition of universal set
Collection of non-empty subsets of U that are pairwise disjoint and whose union is equal to the set of U
I get that. I totally get what that means. Who needs Michael’s help? Not me. I am totally cool with the collection of non-empty subsets.
TOTALLY COOL WITH IT.
Oh, Michael
You have made my heart
a disjoint partition.
Why can’t you see
that we were meant to be
a universal set?
Instead, you have turned my soul
into a collection
of non-empty subsets.
I cannot believe
that our love was meant to be
pairwise disjoint.
But rather