I. HATE. The. School. System!!!
So, I've had just about the worst day that I've had in a very long time. And when I say bad I mean very bad.
It all started with my last post, when I mentioned that I was sick. It all started there.
On Monday night, I had a slight fever and I was feeling utterly horrible. I spent most of the day curled up in a chair on the computer talking to a friend, reading fanfiction, and the other things I mentioned I did. In any case, that isn't the point. Tuesday I was feeling a bit better, and by today, I was feeling well enough to go back to school.
Unfortunately, the school system didn't seem to agree with me in the slightest. I was sent down to the school nurse three times by various teachers who seemed to thin I still looked ill, and were worried that I might "spread something". I don't know what the bloody hell was wrong with them all. It didn't help that all three times I was sent down I was in the classes that were either on the third floor of the school or in the furthest possible portable building on the grounds. That just made the entire situation worse.
The nurse seemed clueless as I was as to why I kept getting sent down, and he assured me that I hadn't yet passed the send-home limit (which he said was 100.4 and I was ranging from 99.2-4 when I visited him... and I really don't feel like converting that at the moment.) He told me I needed to watch my temperature for the rest of the night and make sure it didn't go above 100.4 or get close to it, because after that, I have to stay home until I've gone 24-hours below that stupid cut-off of 100.4.
I seriously want to PUNCH SOMETHING!
As if that wasn't enough, the third teacher I went down from (my computer teacher) sanatized my ENTIRE workstation after I'd left, and she felt the need to TELL ME when I'd return. As if the looks of scorn and distrust I'd been getting all day for ruddy coughing at one point or another... *sighs* I couldn't say that to her, though. She's such a nice woman and one of my favourite teachers already. I'd feel awful if I ended up needlessly guilting her over something silly.
Then I almost missed the bus to work. Thank God I didn't because that would have made my day even worse. Work was alright I suppose. I was rather pleased to find out that You Can't Take the Sky From Me (and it's still the best Hetalia fanfic I've ever read) had been updated and I literally did a happy dace because it was the first good thing to happen to me all day. From there, I listened to a British Comedian soundtrack with my father and my mood did perk up a bit. And, to top it all off, my wonderful big brother (not real big brother, I'm an only child, I just call him that because he's like one) was online when I got home.
In fact, I'm speaking to him now, while drinking a cup of delicious strawberry tea.
And my good mood is slowly coming back... I love the British. They've given my faith in the human race again.
... *sigh* This is why I need to move to England.
In any case, I've ranted now, and I'm feeling better than I did a few minutes ago.
It all started with my last post, when I mentioned that I was sick. It all started there.
On Monday night, I had a slight fever and I was feeling utterly horrible. I spent most of the day curled up in a chair on the computer talking to a friend, reading fanfiction, and the other things I mentioned I did. In any case, that isn't the point. Tuesday I was feeling a bit better, and by today, I was feeling well enough to go back to school.
Unfortunately, the school system didn't seem to agree with me in the slightest. I was sent down to the school nurse three times by various teachers who seemed to thin I still looked ill, and were worried that I might "spread something". I don't know what the bloody hell was wrong with them all. It didn't help that all three times I was sent down I was in the classes that were either on the third floor of the school or in the furthest possible portable building on the grounds. That just made the entire situation worse.
The nurse seemed clueless as I was as to why I kept getting sent down, and he assured me that I hadn't yet passed the send-home limit (which he said was 100.4 and I was ranging from 99.2-4 when I visited him... and I really don't feel like converting that at the moment.) He told me I needed to watch my temperature for the rest of the night and make sure it didn't go above 100.4 or get close to it, because after that, I have to stay home until I've gone 24-hours below that stupid cut-off of 100.4.
I seriously want to PUNCH SOMETHING!
As if that wasn't enough, the third teacher I went down from (my computer teacher) sanatized my ENTIRE workstation after I'd left, and she felt the need to TELL ME when I'd return. As if the looks of scorn and distrust I'd been getting all day for ruddy coughing at one point or another... *sighs* I couldn't say that to her, though. She's such a nice woman and one of my favourite teachers already. I'd feel awful if I ended up needlessly guilting her over something silly.
Then I almost missed the bus to work. Thank God I didn't because that would have made my day even worse. Work was alright I suppose. I was rather pleased to find out that You Can't Take the Sky From Me (and it's still the best Hetalia fanfic I've ever read) had been updated and I literally did a happy dace because it was the first good thing to happen to me all day. From there, I listened to a British Comedian soundtrack with my father and my mood did perk up a bit. And, to top it all off, my wonderful big brother (not real big brother, I'm an only child, I just call him that because he's like one) was online when I got home.
In fact, I'm speaking to him now, while drinking a cup of delicious strawberry tea.
And my good mood is slowly coming back... I love the British. They've given my faith in the human race again.
... *sigh* This is why I need to move to England.
In any case, I've ranted now, and I'm feeling better than I did a few minutes ago.