Helena drove us to school today. She’s sweet and wonderful and kind. She’s also practically blind and on days like today when she’s in a hurry, she wears her glasses instead of contacts. This would be fine if these weren’t the same glasses she’s been wearing since the fifth grade.
She hasn’t had an eye exam since then.
Things went ok. Mac insisted on sitting in the backseat so she could spread out and do her homework on the way and she kind of forgot to let me out of the car first before she leaned the seat forward, but Helena pried my face out of the dashboard.
Then we were off to first period.
It looked more like a bunch of zombies trying to get their last minute Fine Arts credit before graduation, but it’s not too bad.
Madame Hollebach let’s us have coffee or whatever as long as we are alert and listening when we are actually doing something.
I am not sure what Fine Art we are supposed to be studying, but I don’t care. I don’t have to make a concerted effort to avoid eye contact because Madame will yell if you are not focused on her.
I don’t know if she is the best teacher I have ever had or the worst. She’s odd, and the first week of class she finished each sentence with
“That’s what Elsa says, no?”
No one had any idea who Elsa is and how do you answer a question that ends with “No”?
Madame is kind of vague and a lot weird. But I like the way she handles things. Today she summoned me,
“You. Little person. Go into the office and bring Elsa a soft black pen.”
I am assuming she is Elsa.
I brought her a felt tip marker (I drew this conclusion on my own).
She then drew a mustache on anyone who asked her a what she considered to be a stupid question.
Wish I’d thought of that.