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well, damn. the only good thing about today was that Mr Sean Hawkins returned to us. (*great cheer*) we missed our big huggabear!!
anyway, on to what made my day so fucking horrible. well, for starters, i've gotten into another depression. i've been trying to avoid it for the past couple weeks, but the inevitable occured. and now i'll be in a slump for a while. damn it all. then there's the fact that my memoir project looms nearer, so i have to competely invent a person to write about because (and this is what ms Rutledge can't get through her head) no one person has influenced my life that greatly!!!
then there's The Top Three People Whom I Hate. these TTPWIH (that almost looks like a sound effect) seem to derive their sole joy in life by sucking it out of me. grand.
The Top Three People Whom I Hate:
1. Mr Barnette: our jolly ol' fat man. he likes to look me over every time we meet, to make sure i, specifically, am not breaking the dress code. love the way he turns a blind eye to OUR CHEERLEADERS AND DANCE TEAM!!! their very uniforms break dress code, and yet i can't get away with a little middrift showing when i bend over. God forbid i try and tempt any boys with my succubic ways.
not only, but he's prejudice against gay people.
example: the fucking ass actually told Shane and his boyfriend he'd suspend them if he saw them so much as holding hands. he "had to protect his school from that." the pronoun "that" refering to Shane and Kevin's being gay. JACKASS! there is no justice..
2. Ms Johnson: fucking bitch. that's the biggest thing. then there's the fact that she refuses to teach. everything that we're supposed to learn in there, we (according to her) should've already learned in Algebra II. anything else we're supposed to learn by ourselves from the notes she gives us. if we don't get them, we're supposed to refer to the book. conviently for us, the book is exactly like our notes. sooooo... i'm pretty much screwed and there's nothing i can do about it. joy.
example: today in class, she gave us our notes, then gave us a worksheet to do. well, most of it i managed to puzzle out from the notes well enough, but then i encountered a problem that confused me. i raised my hand and called the witch-in-question over for help. she drew me a pciture, then wrote out a bunch of formulas, told me to solve them, and walked off without explaination. i had to call her back to get her to explain them. she wouldn't. not only, but she told me i should've LEARNED THIS STUFF IN ALGREBRA II!!! BAH! well, turns out that most of the class was having trouble on this problem. what does she do? she finally breaks down and explains it to one section of the classroom. upon doing so, she seemed to feel that she had fufilled her teacherly duties and after i called her over again to explain it, she not only refused, but informed me she couldn't go around and teach it to everyone individually.
3. mother dearest: yes i know i constantly complain about my mother, as every other angst-filled teen likes to do, but this time i'm serious. the fucking witch is out to get me. i cannot even walk in a fucking room anymore without her screaming at me over something. if it's not one thing, it's another. and so on.
example: well, today i was feeling pretty horrible all day. finally, as school lets out, i being to cheer up slightly. it starts to rain, and i go out and walk around in the rain. for some reason, this makes me feel better, and i'm actually happy for the first time today! what does mother do first thing when she comes to pick us up? calls me a stupid idiot, screams at me for standing in the rain, and demands i take my hoodie off before i get in the car. all the way home she yells at me about various chores i was apparently supposed to do but hadn't, or did do but did terribly... and so on. she didn't stop until finally i just started agreeing fullheartedly with every statement she made.
many hearts to Andre for: a) giving me a wonderful tactic to use on mother dearest. b) trying to cheer me up all day. c) not getting pissy with my less-than-pleasant mood.
I LOVE YOU BEEG!!!!
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