I finally found a new journal to write in. I found it at the plaza. I paid a hefty price. But I desperately needed something to write my thoughts down in. You would think that a person living inside a school building would have access to paper. Not in this school. Except for the stash the journal club keeps under lock and key, the only paper in this school is the student records. This paper of course is already written on and serves no useful purpose to me.
The school has been quiet for weeks. I am a little bored. Actually…I am really bored. Everyone is off doing their own thing. I was hoping maybe I could get someone to play a game of cards, spades perhaps. It is a fun game, but no one was interested. I even asked Marty, Gretchen, and Cecelia. Day in and day out, they sit in the media center and read. Surely, they could use a diversion.
They weren’t interested. Marty said they were doing research. This sounded interesting so I asked if I could help. All three looked at me and, in unison, said “No”. Before I knew what was happening, they pushed me out of the media center and then locked the door. Those three are a wealth of information. A little odd but they can be very helpful at times. I am a little hurt that they didn’t want to play with me. Oh well…their loss.
Madie