#1In this school (Borgarholtsskóli) you have different people you're with in each course usually, so it happens once in a while that you don't have anyone you know well in the room to converse with. When that happens and you're a little bored in class almost anything can go as a time-spending activity.Last math class I got bored so I decided to do a little social study with the students. There were about 22 people present in the class. Out of those 22 there were 14 people wearing hoodies. Out of the 14 wearing hoodies there were 4 wearing star patterned ones. In that group of 14 I did not count the 6 people who were wearing fleece or outerwear and might have been wearing hoodies underneath. That leaves two people who were definitely not wearing hoodies but shirts or sweaters. That means we can assume, from my overly professional survey, that 60-90% of Icelanders wear the same styled clothes.God, school is boring...#2The word of the day in today's class was odd. It was "chattel" which pretty much means "object that can be moved". In addition to learning this wacky, new word we did an assignment about proverbs. Englishas well as Icelandic proverbs, actually. It was educational and fun. I wrote a short story about an unlucky person who had spilled tooth paste all over the bathroom floor, burnt his toast, been yelled at by his boss, hada stapling accident and, then to top it all off, came home to an empty apartment, having been robbed. Can you tell what proverb the story was linked to? (If you highlight the line below you'll find the answer out)Out of the frying pan and into the fireTo fill in some space here are a few Icelandic proverbs directly translated to English:-Seldom is a single wave on its own (sjaldan er ein báran stök)-Necessity teaches a naked woman to weave (Neyðin kennir naktri konu að spinna)-A burnt child avoids the fire (Brennt barn forðast eldinn)-Thanks for ending the lesson early. That's always fun and it gave me more time for... homework =(#3Back in the olden days people used to talk to their friends and write in a journal to ventilate any strong emotions that needed to be expressed. Now it's more popular to write public internet blogs, get advice from some TV show or even going to see a psychiathrist. diaries have merely turned into an old classic like the casette tape, only fashionable to new rave hipsters and the such. If you don't know what new rave is it's all those people wearing hoodies in neon colours, with star shapes on them, resembling the 80s a bit. Diaries are also getting more popular to sing about in modern music for their retroness and easiness for making a corny song surrounding that topic. Among the artists who have made songs about diaries are Britney Spears, Travis and ermm... I should have made more research for this...#4That book we're supposed to be reading now (you know that book with too long a title for me to bother writing down [The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time]) scared me a lot. You see ,while reading it I discovered so many similarities between me and Christopher that I started fearing I might have some sort of Asperger's syndrome. At first I thought it was just a funny coincidence , us Christopher both loving math, being a bit aloof and hating the French, but around the part where Christopher discovered his mother's letters I was more sure than not about me having Asperger's. Thankfully my mind changed once Christopher started showing the negative side of his diagnosis on the way to his mother. I might like math but I don't crouch and moan when feeling overwhelmed, I might be aloof but I'm not afrai of touching or big crowds and I might hate the French but surely that's jsut a coincidence. The writer could have chosen Germany for all he cared, except the poor things can hardly handle any more judgement against them.#5Eralier in this book I mentioned disliking the French intensely. This might require an explenation which I will give now. The explenation might not make the most sense but it is my reason nontheless for cringing over most French things.The French are known as romantic, delicate citizens with pouty mouths, fancy cotour and shapely baguettes. That's extremely annoying to me because of their intense snobness towards it. There's nothing wrong with being proud of your country but the French take it a bit too far, thinking they are the classiest and most romantic, in the way that the Americans think they're the navel of the universe and, the smartest and the richest. Vampires and the French are the same to me. They're both interpreted as annoyingly romantic but if you met them in real life you would get bitten, or in the French's case, hit in the head with a Prada bag. Zombies and Germans I like however. They bite and shoot you maybe, but at least they don't pretend to be great and romantic while doing it.
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