Thursday was my first day of school since Arafat died. Things around here have been fairly quiet, so it honestly wasn't on my mind very much. That is, until I showed up at school Thursday and realized that nearly everyone was wearing black. Everyone but, of course, me. I was wearing pink. Pink, as far as the spectrum of colors goes, is absolutely nowhere near black. Not even close. Lots of black everywhere...and then there was me....in pink. I hate to dwell on this, but it's vital that you understand the feelings of "oh my gosh I did it again" like I felt when I wore a tank top the first time I went to my school (uncovered shoulders = no no). I'm like the queen of the cultural "oops." Anyway...it ended up that the school uniform in the winter time is black. Surely some were wearing black as mourning, but many (if not most) had just switched to the winter uniforms.
I guess that's all for now. I should say though, that it really is winter here now. It went from being sweat-enducing hot outside to need-a-jacket cool outside, literally, overnight. Nice. And of course...when I was packing and running out of room, the winter clothes were the first to go. Not so nice. But I'm sure I'll be fine.
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ok so when I went shopping for new dress clothes the guy at Express that helped me said that pink was in and it is the new black, so I bought a pink shirt. So as far as I am concerned you were just as "black" as they were. no worries girl. alex
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