as much fun as punching Virtual Bad Guys.
Anyway, off to class!
xx48.11.08 / 11:55 / Still Monday
Great morning today! I could feel it in the air as I crossed the school grounds, all the students were smiling and happy, chatting with each other. Some even recognised me! Okay so YES they called me 'Fumbles' but still it was in kind of a nice way. Not ENTIRELY a mean way, in any case. Even Veronica was smiling! I didn't talk to her, of course, but I saw her and her cronies flocking across to admin while I headed for the main building, and they all looked bright and chirpy and hardly at all psychopathic. Maybe they were just happy because they'd figured out a new way to torment me but who cares! They can't ruin my good mood.
One thing that did slightly bring me down was, again, there being no sign of Other Charlotte. Where is she? Sick maybe? Maybe I'll see her at lunch. Anyway, I got a bit distracted by the second morning class which was Literature—which IS Literature, I'm still in class, we have some free time before lunch so I thought I'd whip out the ol' Opal and write an entry. I'm getting some weird looks, maybe Opals aren't allowed in class? But the teacher isn't saying anything and I'm not trying to hide, right? I'm not breaking some invisible rule here, am I? Now I'm kind of worried again. Well, I'll write about the class, that way I can't be accused of being irrelevant or using class time for non-class subjects. We had a big discussion of New Life, a book I've always both loved and hated so PERFECT for discussion, right? I mean, I love it, obviously it's a classic and very thought-provoking but that ending, oh my goodness, so ... so ... so something , so sad and awful but inevitable, there was no other way it could end. I actually got into an argument—a good argument—about it with everyone else, including the teacher. They all argued that George's final choice was valid, that it WAS a choice, that he WANTED to give up everything to become part of the Collective. Of course I said 'no way!'. He was PUSHED into it, everything that happened was engineered to force him into that 'choice', in fact he had NO choice. If he HAD a choice (I argued, quite well if I do say so myself) then there is NO way he would've let himself be 'collected'. Giving up everything that makes you who you are, just to be accepted? I don't think so!
Well anyway even though everyone was against me I think I made my point clear and it was kind of a friendly argument and nobody took things personally (well ... except maybe for me, a little bit, it's hard having an unpopular opinion!), so that was good. Oh, there's the lunch bell. Gotta go!
xx48.11.08 / 12:12 / Still Monday
Good news, I found Other Charlotte! Or saw her, anyway. Actually she was in the classroom right next to my Lit class, I spotted her when I came out but then lost her in the crowds, she can move surprisingly fast! Anyway, I'm pretty sure she came here to the lunch room so I'm just sitting at an empty table keeping an eye out for her. There are more students around than on Friday but still more than a dozen tables that are completely empty. Where are they all? Maybe doing sports practice or something, or club activities. I suppose—oh, there she is! Okay, I'll write more once I've talked to her and apologised and everything.
xx48.11.08 / 12:56 / Still Monday
Well, THAT was a relief. I caught up to Other Charlotte at one of the tables and asked if I could eat lunch with her and she didn't say no. After I sat down I launched right into my apology, I said how sorry I was that I was rude to her and really it was terrible behaviour and I feel so bad about it, and that she was nothing but kind to me and she didn't deserve to be treated like that and so on and so forth, it was pretty long and I repeated myself a bunch so I won't bother transcribing the whole thing here. After I'd finished she did this little head bob, not quite a nod, and she said:
"I'm glad you
Anyway, off to class!
xx48.11.08 / 11:55 / Still Monday
Great morning today! I could feel it in the air as I crossed the school grounds, all the students were smiling and happy, chatting with each other. Some even recognised me! Okay so YES they called me 'Fumbles' but still it was in kind of a nice way. Not ENTIRELY a mean way, in any case. Even Veronica was smiling! I didn't talk to her, of course, but I saw her and her cronies flocking across to admin while I headed for the main building, and they all looked bright and chirpy and hardly at all psychopathic. Maybe they were just happy because they'd figured out a new way to torment me but who cares! They can't ruin my good mood.
One thing that did slightly bring me down was, again, there being no sign of Other Charlotte. Where is she? Sick maybe? Maybe I'll see her at lunch. Anyway, I got a bit distracted by the second morning class which was Literature—which IS Literature, I'm still in class, we have some free time before lunch so I thought I'd whip out the ol' Opal and write an entry. I'm getting some weird looks, maybe Opals aren't allowed in class? But the teacher isn't saying anything and I'm not trying to hide, right? I'm not breaking some invisible rule here, am I? Now I'm kind of worried again. Well, I'll write about the class, that way I can't be accused of being irrelevant or using class time for non-class subjects. We had a big discussion of New Life, a book I've always both loved and hated so PERFECT for discussion, right? I mean, I love it, obviously it's a classic and very thought-provoking but that ending, oh my goodness, so ... so ... so something , so sad and awful but inevitable, there was no other way it could end. I actually got into an argument—a good argument—about it with everyone else, including the teacher. They all argued that George's final choice was valid, that it WAS a choice, that he WANTED to give up everything to become part of the Collective. Of course I said 'no way!'. He was PUSHED into it, everything that happened was engineered to force him into that 'choice', in fact he had NO choice. If he HAD a choice (I argued, quite well if I do say so myself) then there is NO way he would've let himself be 'collected'. Giving up everything that makes you who you are, just to be accepted? I don't think so!
Well anyway even though everyone was against me I think I made my point clear and it was kind of a friendly argument and nobody took things personally (well ... except maybe for me, a little bit, it's hard having an unpopular opinion!), so that was good. Oh, there's the lunch bell. Gotta go!
xx48.11.08 / 12:12 / Still Monday
Good news, I found Other Charlotte! Or saw her, anyway. Actually she was in the classroom right next to my Lit class, I spotted her when I came out but then lost her in the crowds, she can move surprisingly fast! Anyway, I'm pretty sure she came here to the lunch room so I'm just sitting at an empty table keeping an eye out for her. There are more students around than on Friday but still more than a dozen tables that are completely empty. Where are they all? Maybe doing sports practice or something, or club activities. I suppose—oh, there she is! Okay, I'll write more once I've talked to her and apologised and everything.
xx48.11.08 / 12:56 / Still Monday
Well, THAT was a relief. I caught up to Other Charlotte at one of the tables and asked if I could eat lunch with her and she didn't say no. After I sat down I launched right into my apology, I said how sorry I was that I was rude to her and really it was terrible behaviour and I feel so bad about it, and that she was nothing but kind to me and she didn't deserve to be treated like that and so on and so forth, it was pretty long and I repeated myself a bunch so I won't bother transcribing the whole thing here. After I'd finished she did this little head bob, not quite a nod, and she said:
"I'm glad you
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