Nearly every boy here has spiked hair. You're a teen? Spikes. You've just grown hair? Spikes. You're starting to bald? Whatever hair you have left is spiked. I look at these people and think, "Wow! Their hair would make a really good floor mat!" Seriously, if you were to rub a muddy sneaker on their hair, it would be clean in no time. Uhm... I'm kidding of course. Which I feel I need to clarify. Dutch humor is not the same as American humor. I'm always really happy when I'm able to say something clever in Dutch, only to be disappointed when I get blank and/or confused stares in return. It's also awkward when someone says something and everyone around them laughs, and I'm thinking, "Duhhhh I don't get it." Oh well, not a big problem.
Tomorrow I ride the tram to school. My first class is at 8:55, but I have to get up at 7:00. Yeah, it takes two hours to get to school. Oh well, it's interesting and different. Plus I like riding the tram, and the walk to school is really pretty.
I helped cook dinner tonight. That was nice. I'm going to help every night now.
I was looking out my window today when I realized it was a door. Yes... a door on the second floor. Well, there's a short glass plate in front of it, so nobody falls out. I figured out that it's just a window that opens easily.
Well... school tomorrow. Want sleep. Need sleep. Must sleep. Sleep.
Tot ziens,
Emily
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