Princess in Training (The Princess Diaries 6) - Page 13
Tuesday, September 8, French
Oh, well. At least I have ONE good teacher. Ms. Martinez is SO cool. It’s so nice to have a teacher who is still close enough to our age to know about stuff like rubber spike bracelets and The OC.
As Ms. Martinez was collecting our writing samples on how we spent our summers, she was like, “And I just want you guys to know that you can come to me with questions about anything, not just English. I really want to get to know all of you as PEOPLE, not just as my students. So if there’s anything—anything at all—you want to talk about, feel free to stop by. There is an open-door policy in my classroom, and I will always be here for you.”
Whoa! A teacher at Albert Einstein High who doesn’t disappear into the teachers’ lounge the minute class is over? Unbelievable!
Except I sort of wonder how long Ms. Martinez is going to hang on to her open-door policy, because as I was leaving I noticed, like, ten people scurrying up to her desk to talk to her about their personal problems. Lilly was totally the first one in line.
I hope Ms. Martinez counsels Lilly just to let the whole Boris thing go. I didn’t want to say anything to Tina, but her boyfriend’s summer transformation into a hottie is fully why Lilly is wigging out today, not PMS like I told Tina. It must totally suck to see the guy you dumped transformed into Orlando Bloom before your very eyes.
If Orlando Bloom had no fashion sense and breathed from his mouth, I mean.
I hope Lilly doesn’t wear Ms. Martinez out so much that she doesn’t have time to read our writing samples tonight. Because I’m sure that when she’s done with mine, she’s going to want to submit it to a literary agent or something and get me a book deal. I realize fifteen is pretty young to have a multi-book deal with a major publishing house, but I’ve handled the princess thing pretty well so far. I’m sure I could handle a couple of book deadlines.
Mia—The new kid, second row from door, three seats down. Boy or girl?—Shameeka
Boy. He’s wearing pants!
Hello. So am I. I forgot to shave my legs this morning.
Oh. OH.
Yeah. See what I mean?
Well, what’s his/her name?
Perin. At least that’s what Mademoiselle Klein said when she called roll.
Is Perin a boy’s name or girl’s name?
I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.
Wait, I wasn’t paying attention during roll. Did
Mademoiselle Klein say Per-ran or Per-reen? Because if she’s a girl, it would be Per-reen in French, right?
Yeah, but Mademoiselle Klein doesn’t call roll in French. She just said Perin in English with no accent.
So in other words…this is a mystery.
Totally. I just want to know whether or not to think he’s cute.
Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll keep an eye on him/her, and see which bathroom he/she goes into before lunch. Because everyone goes to the bathroom before lunch to put on lip gloss.
But not boys.
Exactly. If he doesn’t go to the bathroom, he’s a boy, and then you can like him.
But what if he’s a girl who just doesn’t wear lip gloss?
Argh! Mysteries are okay in books, but in real life, they kind of suck.
Tuesday, September 8, Gifted and Talented
WHY? WHY WHY WHY did I think this year was going to be better—in spite of Michael not being around—than last year, just because at least Lana and Josh wouldn’t be making out in front of my locker?
Because the thing is, when Josh was around, Lana was DISTRACTED, and not actively seeking out targets to destroy.
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