My Windows

I love the window style here. It's a decorative grate, shutters, and a glass pane that opens and closes like a door.

In my room, there are two windows. One is slim and one is normal-size. The slim one is okay. But the normal-sized one has a loose frame.

Which means that when the wind blows, it shakes. And when it shakes, it makes noise. Now, with all the stormy and windy conditions here, the window is always shaking.

Last night I was trying to sleep. I would almost drift off and then -

BANG. The window shakes.

So today was spent in an annoying sleep-deprived state. I do not function all that well lacking sleep. And today was cold. Sigh.

Faults

Yesterday, on the bus to Hamlet, we decided that theater class is where all the freaks are, all the psychos. I'm not sure if that's precisely true, but we do have some of the crazier people.

So we were trying to figure out what each of our psychological faults are.

"I'm hyperactive," said one boy.

"You're a drama queen," someone said to a girl.

"I'm hyperactive, I have concentration problems, and I am dyslexic," said another boy.

"And me?" I asked. "What's my psychological fault?"

"You?" they said. "You're American."

Well then.