School

Well, today officially sucked. Allow me to elaborate.

The day started great. That is to say, it was before school actually started. As mentioned before I got to see Becky (a good thing) and hang out with friends before school. It was all cool.

But then school started. Hmm, and you wonder why I had a bad day?

A period was horrible, people were being mean, which I never like. I think it's pointless, but I can't completely say that considering I'm mean too sometimes. But oh well. Freshman are stupid anyways. Whatever.

B period swimming. Heh. I've only got one thing to say to that. The water, umm, was FUCKING FREEZING!

C period chemistry was boring as usual. Mr. Reid is a tad weird, but unfortunately that's what makes his class interesting. Somethings got to give, and it's his sanity. The class was only half interesting because Cassie and I were laughing hysterically because Mr. Reid had this one, one and only one, hair sticking up on the back of his head and it was making me mad. I wanted to walk up to him and rip it out of his head. Yea, frustrating, isn't it?

D period was good because Mrs. Sharma was out so all we've been doing are these stupid worksheets that are boring. Well it's a good thing that we're doing them because I don't know how to. Oh well. I hate algebra. I'm practically failing. What else is new?

E period. Ahh. The highlight of my day. Got to see Becky before E period. All I could do all day was think about "5 more periods until I see Becky" and then 4, and then 3, and then 2, and then 1, and then BECKY! Woo woo. It was a little scary considering she was upstairs talking to me, and then by the time I got downstairs, she was like right there but she completely went some other way. Oh well. Her and Monica and a bunch of people like attacked me for gum. And good thing I gave them the gum myself because my OCD-Like issues were like at a strong point today and if they had taken it from the wrong side it would have been a WWF smackdown in the hizouse. But oh well. They didn't.

And then actual E Period. Bad, bad, bad, bad and worse. Mr. Tetreault, and his wise years of shitless wisdom, decided to bring up some debatable topics, and naturally, me being the one who is very vocal on my opinion, spoke up. BIG MISTAKE. Woo, let me tell you. I've pretty much been labeled as a racist now, and I most certainly AM NOT racist. Just needed to get that off my chest. It was a debate about two governmental workers who got laid off...blah...blah...blah. And I basically was labeled a racist because of the fact that the racist girl of the class completely agreed with me. Woo, big mistake. And the fact that I stuck with my opinion and upheld it, didn't help. But you know what, I strongly felt that I was right, and I'm never right, because I have middle-child issues. But oh well. I don't care if people think I'm racist, as long as I know that I'm not, fuck them.

Lunch came around and Matt L and half of our lunch table watched the Crew Slideshow while eating, which was the bomb. That slideshow rocked! Wooo. It was really good, but we didn't finish, so we'll be watching more tomorrow. Woo.

F period English was boring because all we did was work on some stupid interdisciplinary Essay that was mad boring about Juveniles being tried as Adults. Unfortunately the stronger point was that they should be, but I don't really feel that way. But then again I do, but oh well. Oh, yes, and guess what we're doing in English tomorrow? MORE interdisciplinary essay. Yay. Not.

G period Computer Science came and it was definitely the second best highlight of my day. I got to hang with Monica and Leira and read Becky's note. Of course seeing and being with Becky would have been 9574006704675792813751902871251234897123498127349874 times better, but that's okay. A note is good for the time being.

Then after school. My. Bus. Was. 15. Minutes. Late. Yea, why is that not surprising? Stupid East Hartford over booked buses with elementary School half days. What losers. Needless to say the bus company heard from me, and angry student, while I was waiting (I couldn't resist). Nonetheless, if it happens again I will take down the bus company. All of them. I hate being late. Especially when I get to go home. Duh.

Now I'm home. Like 30 minutes late. Writing in here.

I should probably do my chores and pretend to try and get away with finishing them on time, but all I can think about is Becky. I wonder why... Needless to say, it's all good. We just need to figure some things out. Life sucks. What else is new.