Things 3rd graders have said today:
- *staring at me* “Have you ever tried looking into someone’s soul?” -“I don’t think I have.” -“I once succeeded with my mom. Her pupils got all wide.”
- “I’ve got a Gatling Gun rattle back in my bagpack.”
- “I can make my brother cry. He’s 16.”
News on the camp:
During volleyball i befriended a Japanese female, the whole group followed soon after.
Through interaction i came to know that three females play volleyball at school; they also let me know about their names and i informed the only brunette female, named Riko, that i enjoy a thing called anime and that i would remember her name by thinking of a certain basketball coach. She then informed me that while she herself does not enjoy the activity of playing basketball, her favorite is Midorima. I also let them know about my limited knowledge in their language and recognised one female’s name, Midori, as the color green…
You know how there are days when you feel like a young, confident woman and then are those days when you think you should’ve been born male?
Today I’m a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man and I feel fucking great!