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There are French people here. They appeared Ms. Lahey's classroom long before I knew of their arrival. It was really strange to look at them in comparison to the American people in my French class, since there -was- something visually different about them. Some physical aspect made them look out of place, or exotic almost. I'm not sure if there actually was a general trend in their clothing, or just the fact that I knew that they were foreign making my mind alter how I viewed them. I'm not sure, but it was interesting.
One of the girls looked different from the rest. Her hair was short, black, and spiky, and she wore a denim overshirt with Japanese language patches on the shoulders. I approached her after lunch, telling her about Anime Club, but I don't think I properly communicated where and when it was, and since I wasn't in school today to elaborate, I doubt she went. Ah well.
Trying not to feel jealous about not being part of the exchange. It's only half working.

Anyway, yesterday I also got my Tufts interview over with. It was pretty amazing, since I was tired and spaced out and really, really nervous about making a good impression, but when I got to my interviewer's office, it was like that all faded away. HE WAS SO NICE. He was one of those amazing people whose vibe of friendliness seems to reach out just from his very being, and a great amount of my nervousness vanished just from taking in the atmosphere of his office. By the time he had smiled at me, shaken my hand, and commenced the interview, I couldn't have felt more relaxed. He was really a genuinely nice person--and it showed in his manner, his speech; everything. He asked me all sorts of questions, seemed interested in my responses, and even told me a bit about his own life and experiences, and about his son who was into extreme sports and studying Chinese. The interview went smoothly, and at the end, when he inquired if I had any questions, I asked if, based upon what he'd learnt about me, if Tufts would find me a good fit. He said that yes, he thought it would be a challenging and enriching environment for a girl like me. Wewt. He was honest, though. It's not a sure thing that I'll get in, but he said he hoped that whatever happened, everything went well. I believe him. Everything he said seemed quite in earnest.

Anyway. Today there would have been no news, except that my intestines are in a knot again. Dad left for work before he knew I'd be staying home, but even so, he returned home from lunch and knocked on my door, saying that when mom leaves the top lock unbolted on the front door, that means I'm home. He seemed deeply disappointed. As always.
Your mother had bad intestines on Sunday, but she still did what was required, he reminded me. You should learn from her example.

I'm trying. I wish I were as strong as my mom is. I'm trying to learn.

Dad shakes his head helplessly. I'm not trying hard enough.

Feh, I really hate disappointing my parents. -_-

...And this entry has trailed off into angst. I think that means it's long enough.