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Today was a pretty bad day. Ok ,nevermind, everyday is pretty bad after we moved to Texas. Well yeah. Waking up today was pretty hard. Nah, it's just like any other day. I was pretty angry though. Since my brother and I talked a lot last night, I didn't sleep as well as I should have. I woke up and looked at the windows, checking to see if it was almost time to wake up. It looked like it wasn't because it was still pretty dark outside. I looked at my watch and guess what, it was time to get ready to go to school. I was reciting in my head, "If she wakes me up now, I will get angry." Apparently I never really get angry at such situations. The wind outside this morning was good. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot either. A good wind. The wait for the bus was short, as usual. That guy-I still don't know his name- sat next to me again and we talked I guess. Not a long conversation. I still act as if we're strangers to each other, and it's true, we're strangers. I listened to my iPod the whole time. Ohio is for Lovers by Hawthorne Heights is an awesome song. I was singing the chorus all day.
Once I got into the classroom, Collins and that other black guy-I don't know it's name, but I don't like him- were already on their computers playing with some speech program. It wasn't funny, but everybody else was laughing. The teacher wasn't their yet-I will not write the names of the teachers here because I despise them too much- but the door was open. Class was okay. We had a make-up quiz type of thing on Sketchpad. Pretty easy; I aced it like always. Hahaha, like always. LOL I am so dumber than that. Shouldn't act so high and mighty, I guess. I learned that we had to put the right questions in the right blanks when submitting homework. As in number 3 in the book should go to number 3 on the submitting homework site. The girl sitting next to me-I will also not mention her name even though she is not hated, she is more like my only friend when I go to that class- was working on an essay about the Berlin Meeting. I'm not sure if that's correct. It was to be ten pages written. She typed slow, and it was due today, so I'm not sure she made it. Waiting for the bus was the worst. I hate just standing there, while everybody else has fun talking and laughing. The bus came early today so my torture was stopped. The bus rides are always fun. There was no window open and I'm too afraid to open one myself. Depressing, right? Not brave enough to open a window. Listening to my music is fun. I sang after the Holub kids went away. I think they don't even know I'm there. It's either that or I'm just invisible. It's painful, ya know. Standing there, but not being recognized as a person. The Olle kids don't notice me either, but there's only three of them. Either way, I sat on the bus and waited for it alone, talking to no one.
I got to Olle early today. I got the pass and put my things in my locker. Took me about two times to get it open. I've been getting better at this. Helping the Registrar is so easy. I went around asking the teachers to sign the withdrawal forms. I went back to the registrar to show her my completed work. She had been mistaken, saying that the middle school would accept a report card. I had to go to all the teachers again and ask for the grades. I said I had to go, but I didn't get a chance. More like I delayed the work.
Second period was absolutely boring. All we did was work on our powerpoints. I finished. It's nothing special, not like that one I did on Joan of Arc in Fairchild's Computer class.
Third was also suckish. We did our work. The kids in that class annoy the hell out of me. Turned in my work, it was easy.
Fourth, fifth, and sixth aren't important enough to mention.
In seventh, we had a sub. I was so happy because I hate the teacher. It was easy, writing the rought draft out. Mine was so good that the sub read it in front of the entire class. I kept denying it. The conversations were funny, made me half-laugh. I only laughed and smiled cause everybody else was doing it. Ya know, if I don't do that, people'll probably think I was depressed, retarded, or needed help.
Yeah, a pretty boring day. Even though there's a lot written, it was a bad day.
xdarknessprevailsx · Wed Feb 06, 2008 @ 02:20am · 0 Comments |
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