The Worst Kind of Surprise

Couldn’t drag myself out of bed this morning. Stood half-dead at the train station, then made the trip to Kaufbeuren alone—Meggy had stayed at Andi’s, and Ayse was sitting in a different compartment with her friend. Then the shock of the day: a surprise math test. Again. We’d just had one, and I’d done well on it for once. Apparently that was too much to expect twice running. Different topic, nobody had prepared, I’m getting a catastrophic grade. Most of us are.

Bene actually threw a chair at the wall. Once I got past my own anger, that was kind of funny.

Last two periods were German class. Our teacher ran this thing where everyone anonymously wrote down what was bothering them about how the class functions—apparently some people didn’t even want to come on the school trip to Prague, which says something. It actually seemed to go somewhere, which surprised me. This teacher knows how to handle a room in a way most of them don’t.

Last day of school tomorrow. Then finally, finally, a break.