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Nothing interest to say. Nevertheless, I'm writing.

I'm the youngest in school. (By the way, I was the youngest about seven years ago in the other school and I don't remember it nice). Everybody looks at me with something nasty in eyes. Call me a cat. And I don't feel good with it. I don't like when anybody draw on me by his/her marker.
First day. First lesson (BTW: maths. I hate it, and I don't know how someone could called it "the queen of education" (science, maybe - I don't know) stressed ). Stupid holl. Norrow, small. Not funny, not, not, not.

And I'm singing with man from group "Sztywny Pal Azji" (this is Polish group, and I guess that you don't know it :> wink "Jutro będę duży, dzisiaj jestem mały" (Tommorow I'll be big, today I'm small - poor translation).
And I like French lessons. I don't know why, I just like. Classroom, teacher and so one. Nyah.