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I love belgian chocolate. we bought it yesterday as we went to the Brussels. It was wonderful. We went to the shhops and i bought 3 new pairs of shoes, 3 shirts, a skirt and tights (stockings?). ^^ Oh yeah, and a really really really cool Mao bag. :'D All for only something like 80 euros. I know it's a lot of money, but i got as well lots of quality clothes. There was a sale there. Puhh... The shoeshop was funny. It was FULL of people and they gave a little slip to everybody with a number in it so that people would know what was their place in the queue (?). A lady that came to the shop at the same time with us got the number 60, and we got the number 290! They were yelling number 30, and our comm. friend had to complain of course (human rights, yeah. We were foreigners. xD). She got the man handing out the tickets really angry as she didn't speak any french and she said the system is not working. Everyone laughed at him when he was yelling and my friend didn't get her shoes that she was gonna buy, but we got ours. I think it wasn't on purpose. They just put her shoes away and never gave them back (my mom was paying for them all). I also didn't get one pair of shoes that I wanted, but I got still 3. They were really cheap. Shoes that had once costed 120 euros could now be bought for only 5 euros. Ö_ö That's so strange. My friend was really proud as she got that guy so angry. xD
Well... Then we ordered pizza and ice cream and went home. I was crying last night cuz after all that fun I remembered my english exam. D': I don't know what to do with that. I really have no idea what I did wrong so badly that she couldn't give me even a passing grade. I want to go back to finland! I hate all the british teachers! I have told you this already, but I'll hvae to tell you again. They are so freakin' idiots. They think that everything has to be perfect and if not your parents are of course going to yell at you. Well, thank god my parents are not british. I'm not going to school for them! Why would they yell at me? They don't care. Actually I feel that they don't really even care how bad I feel about it. I think they are trying to say that it will get better and that grade is not so important by how they act about it. I don't care if it's important. I want it top be good anyway. And it's the teacher's fault as she never read my writing and told me what was wrong with it. She said we didn't have time for it but how come we had time to watch stupid movies earlier this year? I don't hate myself. Mostly when something like that happens I feel that I hate myself, but not now. I hate the teacher! I don't know if I really hate her, but it's her fault anyways. My D wasn't the lowest in the class, so other people screwed as well. Why couldn't she tell me what kind of writing they expect? And if I didn't understand the questions because of my sucking english, she should have told me to go to esl, the eaqsier english. But she said "No, I don't want you to go. You are staying here". Of course dictionaries were not allowed in that test. English is just not my first language and it's never going to be! I speak it alright even though nobody can understand my accent nor they can hear me since I hate speaking loud because they hear my mistakes too. Why does that have to be so hard? They don't know what it's like when you try your best and someone comes "You suck. haha". I really hate this school. My friends are the only reason I keep doing this. If I didn't have them and everyone was just laughing at me and making fun of me because I don't want to shout things as loud as they do and be the first one in every stupid activity the school organizes just because I don't trust my english I would be dead. It's like walking on weak ice. When you step even a little bit too hard or fall the ice cracks, and it happens so easily. Then you have to get out of the ice so that you don't fall into the holes and die. Getting out of there is a toilet in the breaktime. where you quietly cry until someone comes and forces you to go to the ice again. Sometimes that ice is strong, but when it gets strong, someone usually comes to heat it up. Someone like my english teacher.
But I have to go now. This is not my computer, it's my father's and someone might need it. There is a virus in our own computer once again.
Bye.