Gone for almost an entire week to see Paris for a second time for another school trip.
I got to see the most important museums, the Louvre, Centre Pompidou, Palais le Tokyo and so on.
Still for some reason it doesn't have the impact that so many people claim all these places have in general and the works exhibitioned there. Paris in general just disgusts me, if it weren't for my classmates I've would've ended up with a huge depression at the end of the week, well... I am depressed because of what happened the last day.

We stayed at an hotel in Saint Denis, horrid place to be. We our one star hotel with a Dutch class of 14 to 16 year olds.
They made the place look even worse than it already did. At night especially they really got on our nerves, they pissed of the owner, giving us the blame, with succes! Some of us almost got thrown out of the hotel and we had to stay indoors all night and got shouted and screamed at and threatened by the owner... Still we managed to have a fun time inside with lots of alcohol.

So that wasn't to bad but the trip back turned out to be a disaster for me. Everywhere I was very carefull that my stuff wouldn't get stolen or that I got pickpocketed by someone, I even caught some of them in the act. Then on our way back, after we got off the Thalys highspeed train in Brussels and I and some friends went out for a bite in a well overlooked restaurant with camera's and security, my backpack got stolen, while lying under a pile of other lugage. I totally lost it at that point, I went a little beserk and instead of getting some help I got screamed at by some of the bystanders, great...

I looked around of course didn't find anyone who saw someone or was carrying my bag, so I went and reported the theft to the local police. That took about half an hour and I almost missed my train because of it! So what was in the pack? My scetchbook with a weeks work in it... My camera with almost 500 new shots on it, then some presents I bough, my leather jacket and so on...

When my parents found out they almost wanted to kill me it seemed, so now I had to find a vacation job at the last moment, so they won't see my face for the next two weeks and my ordered Pentax refexcamera for my birthday has been cancelled and now I have to pay for it + I need to buy all my drawing equipment myself plus all the rest of what was stolen and I now also have a serious problem concerning school because those sketches I made (about 25) need to be handed in after the vacation for evaluation and grading!! I also have other things to do for school and this point I really don't see how I'm going to manage it all. It is my fault of course that I was careless for a second, but do I really have to get all the blame? Also the chapter concerning my former best friend (see previous journal) isn't closed yet. She also went to Paris and it was impossible to evade her looks of disgust and hatred, wich still hurt, no matter how much I try to not see it and ignore them...

What a great start of my vacation...