this day is just one of plenty, plenty of days that I spend in my finnish school. It is monday, however, which means amma get to play basketball after classes. This makes my long and boring waiting during skip lessons and simple lessons a bit worthwhile. At least I know what I am here for. I am here to play basketball, because this is the only useful thing I have done in this school so far.

One good thing is that they have computers here scattered all over, and one of them is currently occupied by me.

Seems like they try to replace knowledge with computers, projectors, laboratories and numerous restrooms on all the three floors of the building.

it is also truly clean here. I think I could lick the floor I am standind on, but it is still not worth trying, since I am not that bored yet. However, I am apparently just so bored as to be standing in the corridor writing in my journal. Funny, aint it?

Fuck, what in the hell am I doing here? and, as one girl who is probaböy as bored as I am asked me, what in the hell am I doing in Finland?

It is nice to be thinking about this question. To feel sorry for myself having to spend days somewhere I don't belong. This makes me kind of like this country. I am free from It, I think I am, I hope I am.

Most of all I am afraid I'm not. I am deadly afraid to become like the people I see around: dead. Their death is not to be seen by a naked eye, but is deep in the area of not knowing their purpose of living even in the simple everyday-life sence......

*to be continued*