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Wednesday, January 18th, 2006
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6:02 pm - I am becoming entirely fed up...
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This dreadful rain has finally let up, but the dismal outlook of my classmates still hangs heavily in the air.
Today at lunch I discovered that students congregate in and around the dining hall at tables and such. I decided to attempt making headway in the social waters by sitting down at the table of Georgette de Latristess and her comrades. Of course I was unaware she was of the Latristess family, otherwise I would have approached with more caution. Horrid mistake on my part. The Latristess family has been trying to outdo my mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather in wealth and notorioty for as long as I can remember. They have never succeeded, and they hate us for it.
Georgette is a small, pretty girl with perfect blonde corkscrew curls that hang about her round pale face in a mass when they are not tied back with ribbon. Her disposition is wretched. Sarcasm drips from her lips and her laugh is abominable. I came to ask for a seat at her table and all suddenly fell silent. Georgette looked at me in mock pleasure, and then sneered:
"Well, well, if it isn't little miss Medwin Lianhuan. From all I've heard about the great Lianhuan family, I was expected something more than this skinny tangle of red hair. Why'd they send you away, Medwin? Not good enough to stay with the private tutors at Anninford? Then you certainly aren't permitted to sit with us if your own mother turned you out! Georgette de Latristess won't stand for it!"
At that, her minions belted out a string of laughter...
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11:11 am - Bother
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Terribly sorry, dearest journal, these past few days have been horrid and hectic! Baline gave me five hours detention in the kitchen this coming Thursday for an "outburst" in his classroom. Disgusting old man.
The rest of my professors are tolerable for the most part. They mostly ignore my presence. Should I give the correct answer, they simply move on to another subject. I am losing my patience, journal, and I believe I will resolve to no longer speak in class unless absolutely neccessary.
On the bright side, the libraries here are positively astounding! Neal-Baeddan is one of the most beautiful archaic structures I have ever laid eyes upon! I will write more to you later in detail about what I've neglected, but class draws near.
Yours,
Medwin
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| Tuesday, January 17th, 2006
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11:19 am
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Medwin continued her days at the academy quite unable to catch the oppurtunity to write in her diary for awhile. She woke up early in the morning and remained busy until nightfall. There were the occasional mornings on which she again heard the "unearthly cries;" and although she had not yet found a professor (or student for that matter) likeable enough to ask about them, she figured their origins hailed from the direction of the old chapel.
In general, her presence at the school was largely disliked or viewed with contempt for her family was considered most proud and unwilling to mix with "lower society" (which meant practically everyone).
However, whether or not her professors detested her or were mildly intrigued by her marked intelligence, they all knew her name, face, and demeanor by the end of class.
Unfortunately, during another encounter with Professor Baline, Medwin was provoked into an "outburst" sufficient enough to allow for punishment. Medwin largely suspected by Baline's condescending speech that he thought she would benefit from a bout of humiliation and "lowering of status." He intended to "break her." She was indeed insulted at the man's obvious predjudice, but satisfactorily curious as to what the experience would be like.
Medwin detested the life her family led, the few people they associated with, and above all the isolation she had to endure because of it. Certainly this school was one of the finest, and those who attended were by no means peasantry; but the Lianhuan family seemed to look down upon these "quasi-sophisticated" people anyhow.
When the week's end finally arrived and she was allowed rest from her studies, the majority of her time was taken up by walked the campus and taking in her surroundings. She felt a particular liking for the extensive court yards and gardens about the numerous ancient buildings, and fell in love with perusing the shelves of Neal-Baeddan Library. There were four enormous floors to the building, and by the time the weekend was over, she had explored only two.
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| Friday, January 13th, 2006
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1:47 pm - Academia and the 13th Friday
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Wretched day! Horrid, melancholy day!
The wind persists, the clouds are grey and tumultuous, and I am certain rain will fall before this unlucky day is through.
I've stolen this oppurtunity to flood your pages with my laments, dear journal. The oppression of the people here is horrendous. Let me begin with these ghastly vestments the faculty dares to proclaim a uniform! I cannot imagine a girl in her 14th year with any shred of sanity putting on these garments and deciding them worthy of praise! The sweater is of some bulky and coarse material presumably sheared from some hellish brute of an animal and is a strange off-grey color. This woolen monstrosity is then placed over a collared off-white woven shirt of lighter material so that the itchy collar protrudes above the neck of the sweater and clutches to the neck. Terrible! The skirt is a douty pattern of blues, greys, and whites; and reaches to the ankels in a most unfashionable manner. The shoes are of a shined leather that pinches the toes, and fit over the most uncomfortable knee-high socks I've ever encountered! I must say the only saving grace of the whole oredeal is the hat: a lovely dark blue cloche with an enchanting cerulean ribbon tied about it.
Even to this lovely addition I have my objections. If only the brim were not so close fitting around the eyes, I think the hat would perform much less like blinders and become much more practical. As of now, I feel like a horse prevented from noticing anything of her surroundings but what lies straight ahead. A wider brim would be much more satisfactory.
However, perhaps being blind to those around me is in fact a blessing. Their whispers again fall on my ears as loudly as if they were shouting their dissapproval at me. Tis a wonder they believe themselves to be so secretive! They look positively shocked when I throw a whithering glance their way after I percieve some off-handed comment.
This morning, I plaited my hair in two long braids reaching to my mid-section in hopes that the wind would less tangle them before I reached my first class. I must assume that such a hair style is not the current fashion in this area. You see, as soon as I stepped into Fairgent Hall (the History building), I heard distinct snickers cast in my direction from a group of girls in the far corner of the foyer. They made no attempt to hide the cause of their laughter. One girl even grabbed her hair in two seperate locks and paraded about the group in quite the farcical manner proclaiming herself to be a faerie princess. Disgusting.
My luck was certainly no better upon stepping into my first class: Histories of Ancient Countries. Professor Baline is positively abhorrent! He is a fat old man with a squashed nose, a nasty disposition, and a keen desire to intimidate his students. The class opened with his multitude of obscure questions fired off with venomous ease. No one offered answers. After several poor souls were pointed out and fumbled for the incorrect answers to some of the easier inquiries, I presumed the class to be simply intimidated by this man's demeanor and offered my hand to answer his questions. As my palm raised slowly into the air, he regarded me with apparent surprise coupled with maliciousness.
"Ah, a Lianhuan, I see. She wants to answer! Let's see if she is able to represent her family's supposed greatness!" He chided.
As you know, dear journal, my temper is ferocious! Such sarcasm with respect to my heritage ignited the flame. I could not help but put a snide tone into my voice as I belted out the correct answer. I can only guess that my expression must have been equally as violent. He was not amused. In fact, he seemed flustered with anger and rattled off a speech concerning the rumor that our distinct red hair is very often coupled with lack of respect for authority and wild tempers. Nevermind my answer was correct.
The class's response to my efforts against tyranny were equally surprising. I expected some manner of comraderie in respect to this disgusting man, but I was met instead with contemptuous eyes. After class, I heard new whispers of my pride circulating the hall. They were actually congratulating Baline for scolding me.
I can only hope to make a better impression in my other classes. If not, I imagine this year is going to be wretched indeed. Perhaps I am being affected by this peculiar date. I have often heard 13th Fridays are terribly unlucky.
Until we meet again,
Medwin
current mood:  depressed
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11:11 am - Strange Noises
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Day 2, Morning:
Oh what strange sounds woke me from my slumber this early morn. Wind, rain, thunder, and what I could have sworn where unearthly cries! I fear I will not be up to my usual efforts as class begins today, for I am weary with lack of rest. Perhaps I shall ask the dorm-keeper about the screams. I imagine they could be nothing more than the result of wind through trees or cracks in the stone work.
Such strange dreams too, as if someone dangerous was calling to me.
But oh, journal, what joy today brings! Ancient poetry, histories, literature... the arithmatic I could certainly do without, but one must endure what one must endure. The libraries here, I've heard are astounding! The brief glance I was allowed yesterday at the enormous structure was positively breath-taking! I do hope my professors are kind.
Until this evening, Journal.
Yours,
Medwin
current mood:  content
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| Thursday, January 12th, 2006
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6:42 pm - School
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Day 1:
My first day at the Academy, and I must say things are not looking quite as fabulous as I'd previously hoped they would. For starters, Mother made sure that I was placed in a private room away from the "rest of the rabble" as she so eloquently put it... Do not get me wrong, dear journal, I am quite used to being alone (numerous siblings aside); but I was hoping to perhaps find a friend in a roommate. I've never really had one before.
Yet, as I walked from my dormitory to the cafeteria this morning for breakfast, it became increasingly obvious my hopes for finding a comrade were to be dashed against the rocks. I had hoped my family's reputation would not precede me, but alas, there were indeed whispers of "that's a Lianhuan... you know it's rumored they're of Faerie blood... you know she must be filthy rich... bet she's a snob...heard she got a private room." I suppose it was the red hair that betrayed me. I was so hoping things would be different here! They whisper so loudly! Do they expect me not to hear it?
It appears I will once more be the object of scorn.
However, there are up sides to this situation. The campus is beautiful! Winter is coming to a close, but even with the sparseness of green I can see the glory of the oak trees in summer. The buildings are ancient, gargantuanly spectacular in all their brickwork. There are even a few old cemeteries on the chapel grounds that look worthwhile for a perusal. I foresee many a happy twilight of wandering to be had.
And of course, there is no Mother.
Delightfully yours,
Medwin
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