not much in the month of march
Fuck Mario Sunshine....I get addicted to it for short spats of time then find myself yelling at it and cursing it because its being stupid. Ive always believed that controllers dont like me, oh wow....I miss sega.
Anyways, I find myself being brought down by teachers (of all people) and I would just like to write it all down here to inform, but not to bitch, though it may sound like it:
(YOU DONT HAVE TO READ THIS IF YA DONT WANT)
I was at Ft. Hayes on thursday and I had just sat down for my music theory class (which usually has about ten people in it because we are the beginners but that day it just happened to be Patrica, wats-her-name, and I). Now, I want it to be known that I was wearing my speech outfit for my "how to be a drag queen" speech, meaning I was wearing all pin strip, a crazy tie, a top hat, and my gorgeous green flower. Also I'd like to add that it took my teacher, Mr. McCargish, twenty minutes to even start class. I ordinarily am left out of the conversations my other classmates take part in while he is doing this, but today, since it was only the three of us, I decided I might talk to them. We discussed my outfit, I basically explained to them why I was dressed this way and all and then we just started talking about other things...my teacher left 2 times before starting class. Mr. McCargish sits down and begins to ask us questions that only Patricia knows (even with everyone else in the classroom she is the smartest....Kristy might be able to catch up) and so wats-her-face and I of course answer "I don't know". This (in a nutshell)aggrivates....no, more like pisses McCargish off, he just begins to go on a rant, so I simply tell him that I have been studying, that I have been having problems and hey ... I have been sick. I told him I never recieved the answers or information on any of the papers involving intervals (which I HAVENT ... MAYBE BECAUSE IVE BEEN GONE SICK A LOT) and he flat out tells me A) Im lying (B) I dont study and (C) I am a worthless student. No...Im not exagerating. So of course I want to defend myself because I do study and Im not lying, but he cuts me off multiple times and he yells at me for about 10 minutes. Just so you know, I can't handle pressure like that, so of course I start tearing up, and my tears end up rolling down my face in anger. He tells me I need to stop crying and that Im "so worried about your hats and your ties and your outfit and your tattoos and your piercings and that flower, NO ONE CARES ABOUT THAT, no one gives a shit...etc." so I cut him off finally and explain WHY THE FUCK im dressed up... I had to give a speech and it was important..but thats a no no if you know my teacher. He leaves....LEAVES! He couldn't even handle it so he leaves and Patricia and whats-her-face actually come over and help me learn, they teach me, I ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD THEM! All in all, I learned a lot and im so glad I did because Im actually getting it more and more now. But um, its not over, he comes back in right after they start teaching me stuff and keeps going on with how I shouldnt be here because this is a school filled with exemplary students and I am definatly NOT an exemplary student...etc... so I said "can you please stop?" (not in a threatening tone, but Im still in tears for god sakes) and he just screams back "NO, I DONT HAVE TO TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU!" (or something very similar to that) and then exits. He sends another "smarter" student in to teach the class and (thank you pat) Patricia tells him to get out, that she can handle it. So this is a thank you to Patricia. Thank you.
Anyways, Im dreading monday and its unfortunate because Tuesday is my birthday...yes, Im turning 18. I just hope that it will actually be nice. nite everyone.
Anyways, I find myself being brought down by teachers (of all people) and I would just like to write it all down here to inform, but not to bitch, though it may sound like it:
(YOU DONT HAVE TO READ THIS IF YA DONT WANT)
I was at Ft. Hayes on thursday and I had just sat down for my music theory class (which usually has about ten people in it because we are the beginners but that day it just happened to be Patrica, wats-her-name, and I). Now, I want it to be known that I was wearing my speech outfit for my "how to be a drag queen" speech, meaning I was wearing all pin strip, a crazy tie, a top hat, and my gorgeous green flower. Also I'd like to add that it took my teacher, Mr. McCargish, twenty minutes to even start class. I ordinarily am left out of the conversations my other classmates take part in while he is doing this, but today, since it was only the three of us, I decided I might talk to them. We discussed my outfit, I basically explained to them why I was dressed this way and all and then we just started talking about other things...my teacher left 2 times before starting class. Mr. McCargish sits down and begins to ask us questions that only Patricia knows (even with everyone else in the classroom she is the smartest....Kristy might be able to catch up) and so wats-her-face and I of course answer "I don't know". This (in a nutshell)aggrivates....no, more like pisses McCargish off, he just begins to go on a rant, so I simply tell him that I have been studying, that I have been having problems and hey ... I have been sick. I told him I never recieved the answers or information on any of the papers involving intervals (which I HAVENT ... MAYBE BECAUSE IVE BEEN GONE SICK A LOT) and he flat out tells me A) Im lying (B) I dont study and (C) I am a worthless student. No...Im not exagerating. So of course I want to defend myself because I do study and Im not lying, but he cuts me off multiple times and he yells at me for about 10 minutes. Just so you know, I can't handle pressure like that, so of course I start tearing up, and my tears end up rolling down my face in anger. He tells me I need to stop crying and that Im "so worried about your hats and your ties and your outfit and your tattoos and your piercings and that flower, NO ONE CARES ABOUT THAT, no one gives a shit...etc." so I cut him off finally and explain WHY THE FUCK im dressed up... I had to give a speech and it was important..but thats a no no if you know my teacher. He leaves....LEAVES! He couldn't even handle it so he leaves and Patricia and whats-her-face actually come over and help me learn, they teach me, I ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD THEM! All in all, I learned a lot and im so glad I did because Im actually getting it more and more now. But um, its not over, he comes back in right after they start teaching me stuff and keeps going on with how I shouldnt be here because this is a school filled with exemplary students and I am definatly NOT an exemplary student...etc... so I said "can you please stop?" (not in a threatening tone, but Im still in tears for god sakes) and he just screams back "NO, I DONT HAVE TO TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU!" (or something very similar to that) and then exits. He sends another "smarter" student in to teach the class and (thank you pat) Patricia tells him to get out, that she can handle it. So this is a thank you to Patricia. Thank you.
Anyways, Im dreading monday and its unfortunate because Tuesday is my birthday...yes, Im turning 18. I just hope that it will actually be nice. nite everyone.