btw,

recently, i have been stereotyped through my jamaican roots. to this one fellow, apparently to him jamaicans are all ganja (pot...that rastafarians smoke) smokers so not a day goes by where he's saying I should try pot and that when I go to jamaica i might go smoke pot. today was no different--wait, i lie, this time he said that my relatives in jamaica smoke pot. *cough*

ok, every single one of my relatives in jamaica (and my brother in van's relatives in trinidad--yup we're both half ethiopian half-west indian. pretty neat imo), are middle-upper-class, bible-following (not imposing anyway), reggae-listening, patois-speaking, churchgoers, community-involved, cultural...people. far from that rasta and ganja smoking biz.


in other news, i really wish i wasn't in an english math class. a bit of me dies everyday i step into that class.

that and for me, math taught in english is insanely difficult....especially when all the not-so-smart people feel it their god-given duty to shout out stuff and insult mr mcknight.


end of story. i have wind ensemble tomorrow and i'm going to be just as tired. Perhaps I will visit mme ouellet during double spare or my elementary school.