Fatma

On Wednesday, I felt like Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries. Two minutes after I tripped over in gym class, I got hit in the face with a ball. It was so embarrassing and everyone, including the girl who threw it, was laughing at me. The gym teachers don’t care if you feel uncomfortable in the groups you’re put in, so I’m always stuck with the “popular” people and, due to my lack of coordination, I always fall over or do something to embarrass myself.

On another note, although I rarely talk about boys, I’ve been sat on the same table in class with a boy who I think is kind of cool. I told him about the ball incident and he made me feel so much better—he made a joke about it and the pain and embarrassment soon turned into laughter. I told him about the weird American skater boys that DM me on Instagram and he started to make a really loud drum beat, to annoy our teacher. He’s one of those people that, although he’s popular, doesn’t think he’s better than anyone else. I like that a lot.

While in class, I had a strange thought: I feel sorry for TV antennas because they’re always plain and grey, but they do all of the work. They’re constantly taken for granted. I guess we have something in common. I can’t explain these thoughts to people around me because they would probably think it’s weird that I give inanimate objects feelings and emotions. It’s not my fault I like giving silenced things a voice! ♦