Theo, after leaving his dear, homely place where he lived a long time with the teacher of his craft, changes his social name to De Roth for the purpose of avoiding executive capture. He starts spending his life living in an unclean place with unhealthy weather conditions, owing to a landlord called Florian. He takes the job of a public letter writer at Freyborg, careful to hide his truthful identity defining his actions. Later, he pours out all he has to say about what happened to Florian and his children, which is taken as acceptance and an excuse for an invitation to stay at his offered lodging. Florian admits back that everyone living around him including himself are guilty of wrongdoings, and that they scorn Cabbaras, the chief minister. He also appeals to him as someone who forces people to become uneasy, because his presence saved Theo once again from getting caught by a few inquirers. I am interested in how the outsiders that don’t know about the place called Freyborg are scared of Florian. The people who have the honor of being his children are careful not to alter their loyalty to their master. One of them told Theo that he would die for Florian if he was allowed to have a little self pride over him. When the inquirers who were sent by Cabbaras came, all Florian said was simply ‘What do you want?’, and that seemed to scare their bones to death with Cabbaras no longer important to their lives. This first made me think that Florian was an evil leader who was up to no good with his unwilling followers, but as I read about Theo’s thoughts of receiving help and acceptance in his point of view as the main character, I foreshadow that he will stand his ground powerfully against Cabbaras, the greedy seeker of power, like Anton did for his printing press.

On Tuesday, I spent some of three blocks in a row finishing my project before lunch. Since I don’t need to take the geometry exam or study for it, I got permission to use my laptop in my first class. The second class was entirely used for studying freely. My third one was when I managed to complete it over lunch time, after my teacher told me to lock the door when I leave her class. In my next class after lunch, I presented it second after Hamburg, and anticipated my feedback from my classmates and teacher. That is the story of how I got over with one project.

On Monday, I felt like I could finish 600 words easily when I compared it to the pages in my reading book, but with one paragraph I wrote so far, I found myself wrong. I knew something like this was coming when Mr. V told me to speak to him after school, so it wasn’t such a great deal to throw a tantrum at my age.

On Sunday, I learned again that I should do things faster and before it is very urgent with only a small amount of time existing before when it’s due. There is very little hope and possibility for me to be done with everything with a proud feeling that way.

    On Monday, I had RR and a 600 word essay to do after school. This was because I was late in fetching my laptop again before the office closed in the morning. I got it during my first class, though, after I told Mr. Mickey about its absence and he spoke to Mr. V about its necessity for his class. Still, it wasn’t a life-saver because I had the two monstrous consequences waiting for me on the sign-out board. I only had time to work on my Japan project at study hall, which was challenging and disputable within myself. Yes, it became urgent here.

On Sunday, I felt that I needed to finish all my tasks within my hour, which felt like 10 minutes to take a shower. I’m not sure whether I thought it was possible to complete my assignments, but I was a little confident about my possible, rare success. I think I spent the least amount of time wishing for everyone to get late lights out or something more interesting that the dorm authority feel like planning on.

On Saturday, I learned that even if I had a very normal day so that I don’t have enough imagination to explain and elaborate the situation, a special event like the Christmas Bazaar allowed me to base my history on it. I question if it is wise to purposely make up such fantasies every day just to help with my daily journals’ topics for this class. It may be useful for a few days that are not contiguous.

    On Saturday, the Christmas Bazaar was held in the cafeteria for anyone who wanted to come and have fun. There were quite a lot of people, compared to the one last year. There were students who hosted their self-made games and gave away prizes, which got them lots of money for our school. It was interesting to see them work hard for nothing of their benefit, because the great amount they earned will go to the school. I saw that one person ran out of a type of prize, which seemed unfair to the other challengers yet to come. I didn’t play any of them, anyway, so there was no problem with me.

On Friday, I felt a little interested in getting to know Mr. K’s dad. A small reason is because I remember Mr. K is the oldest dorm parent from his old school, and his dad would be older and know more stuff than him. Another is where Mrs. K told me that he helped give Taiwan their independence and was invited for a celebration just for him.

On Thursday, I learned from the concert that it is something I look forward to. Even if I had other stuff to do other than wait for my turn to play, I was absorbed by the school’s classical music to tune my ears alternatively. It was actually most successful when the high school band played, with their talented musicians. It made me listen carefully for the different instruments’ sounds and the transitive flow of the music score itself. This is the same as the last concert for me too.

    On Sunday, I tried to finish all of my remaining homework, one by one, in less than an hour before I had to retire and sleep. It included my science quizzes, preparing for a social studies test, and a project. I only managed to complete most of the first item on the list, which are the quizzes. They were due on this day, so it was the most urgent task. I knew that my project will soon be most urgent, and I was pretty worried.

On Saturday, I didn’t feel very special or cheerful because of the Christmasr Bazaar. It is possibly because I didn’t buy anything or play any games, but I saw other people like Jaguar and Courj play. I took both up the 4th floor to play ping pong, which almost felt like an invitation I could produce and give out every day. I ate lunch with the moderate speed in the midst of the plentiful spectators, like I always do. Almost all the dorm students including me went somewhere on foot with Mr. K and his dad, and it did feel cold, typical in this season of winter. I almost became bored but tired of being cold and talking with Kento and Kente, the only other boys who went.

On Friday, I learned that I’m sometimes interested in people whom I don’t even know or never met before, like Mr. K Sr. I think he would have gone home to the US by now, and I can’t interpret my feelings if I regret having to talk to him about more important areas of life, instead of just quizzing each other on many different country’s capitals. I can infer that he had spent most of his time with his three grandchildren, because they all don’t see each other often.

On Thursday, there was a Christmas concert in our school. I was glad I didn’t mess up a lot when I performed, but I wasn’t brave enough to use the good technique with my instrument because I was afraid I might sound weird and loose track of tempo. The other performances were quite musical and enjoyable for the ears, including the choir and the bands. The combined band and orchestra in the end was a little wild with missing music and unorganized seatings. Overall, it was pretty successful to my spirit.

On Wednesday, I felt

On Tuesday, I learned to look up to Drynwyn for his humanistic quality of being helpful and consistent, which I undoubtedly define as a strength. I might be able to follow his example as a role model, after making sure he stays on track for the last time next week.

     On Wednesday, I

On Tuesday, I felt  very cold but respectful for Drynwyn. Although he’s in the same grade as me, he was very loyal in doing his job.

On Monday, I learned that sometimes there are days where food is delicious at dinner and I have a jolly time talking about each other’s life history with people.  These are times that I can look up to and prepare for.

    On Monday, I ate at Outback Steakhouse as a dorm with everyone else who stays in the dorm.

     On Tuesday, I helped with soccer after school with Dyrnwyn again. I could see that he was very consistent about his presence as a helping coach and being on time before the weekly program started. I always managed to arrive late, when Mr. C was about to start. It was quite freezing out in the field, as the areas of my face that I couldn’t cover like my ears were even more freezing than last week. Next Tuesday will be the last session, when I have no idea how cold it will be.

On Monday, I felt pretty joyful as I ate delicious food at Outback. It was pleasant to talk to Mr. R during the stuffy but endurable bus ride, and have him as a dinner companion. I also ate with Kento, who’s meat was fairly spicy but no more than mine. Mr. R had a white-colored pasta, which was nice and inexpensive compared to our main entre, and commented on his unaccustomed taste of Korean spiciness after he had our sacrificial helpings in the friendly exchange for kindness. I felt I needed to talk about the masterpiece of the agents J, K, and S, which was a creative new selection on their own menu that had mixtures of meat sauce, hot sauce, pepper, water, ice, chocolate syrup, and unidentifiable ingredients of the nearly homogenous substance.

On Sunday, I learned to remember to fasten my watch to my wrist after I take it off for whatever right reason I decided on. In my current state now, I do not know where I misplaced my time-teller and did not have any bright progress on the recovery. I won’t be able to act accordingly to my lesson if I don’t find my watch, so my first step should be to find it before I forget about this business.

    On Sunday, Mr. P visited the dorm again, which I sort of expected because I saw him coming to school earlier outside, through the fourth floor windows. He needed my help with changing the stage lights for the concert, which I wasn’t reluctant to help out with. I went with Mickey to the auditorium, but I had to be at the booth on the higher floor. There, I was alert and sharp with my sense of hearing to listen to which button with its own number he wanted to me to press. It was a little fun, but tempting to try all the other buttons at once. I noticed in the end that many of them weren’t connected to the series of spotlights and stagelights by checking their performance of light-mute reactions. This work made me restless after quite a long time, and I wanted to use my watch that I lost recently to keep track of time. I unfortunately missed out on dinner when I came back to the dorm, but Mrs. V gave me her family’s food so I got to eat.

On Saturday, I felt