Okay.
My new term has begun.
And everything is fine.
I just thought too bad about the new class.
Indeed, it's not so bad. And I somewhat enjoy my new life.

There're 18 boys in our class...more than that in my early class.
And everything turned common...Just as I was in junior high school.
My senior-1 class was a bit weird...There were only 10 quiet missish boys in our class...They seldom spoke and seldom shouted...And not good at playing basketball...

Now...The boys in my new class is noisy and think about messy things...Just like those in ES...

I chose history as my major subjuct.
I don't really know a lot about history...But anyway, I always do well in history exams.
Surely it's much more intersting than politics...

I have some quite strange feelings towards Bason this week.
Oh I'm quirky.

I've read Bonjour Tristesse written by Sagan.
I've got complex feelings after reading it...
What a complicated age, 17, in the book. Too different from what I'm undergoing...Though I've only been in the world for 16 years and 6 months.

Desire. Selfishness. Passion. Evilness. Confusion. Death. Confession.
And tristesse.
That's what I've seen through the book.
Sagan, the disordered woman, with mysterious experiences, attracted me.
Just like Magret Duras.
They led the complex life, and wrote larruping books.

Some people find out that I'm pretty...
I find out that I'm more pretty than what I think of myself.
At the end of summer.

The weather is getting cold.
The wind is blowing strongly.
It's the 3rd autumn.
And we're still friends.