I hate high school
I would describe to you all of the shitty details of this disastrously shitty day, but that would only make me even more deranged than I am at present. Suffice it to say that things have just not gone my way today. What really soured my mood was our Senior assembly during fourth period. An entertaining and exciting waste of time as usual. Bravo, leadership. I don't understand why people get into student leadership (which is an oxymoron, if you think about it) when all they have to look forward to is the derision of the student body. Honestly, where's the incentive? Oh, college resumes. Surprise, surprise. Anyway, that was fanfrickintastic. The only high points I can think of were when the red-haired lady in ASB remembered who I was and remembered that I was in drama. It's a small thing, but I like it when people see me as more than an ID number. And Casey told me that I inspired her to join drama because of my performance in The Crucible. That just makes my life, right there. People still remember that show. Now, if only Enright would understand that the more quality plays we produce, the more quality people we'll get in drama. But that would be logical. I know no one agrees with me on this point, but Enright doesn't try to be unfair, it just happens. Well, sometimes I wonder, but for the most part I don't think she tries to deliberately screw people over. Wow, I'm really not even convincing myself right now. I just feel bad that I act all nice to her face and talk badly of her behind her back. Damn this freakin' Goody-goody Conscience I have! Other than that, I enjoyed Spanish because Mrs. Flood said that Texans don't know anything. Thank God somebody finally said that! Well, as for the rest of this weird and tiring day, I'll write that in my actual journal. I have to go now and study for four tests tomorrow. Sheebus.
"And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom/and I'll go chasing the nuns out in the yard/ and I'll run naked through the street without my mask on/ and I will never need umbrellas in the rain/ I'll wake up in Strawberry Fields everyday/ and the atrocities of school I can forgive/ the happy phantom has no right to bitch..."
Arbocide Alert: They cut down the two willow trees in front of the school. One of them must've fallen down last night because it was toppled over this morning. But when I came out to meet my mom, both willows had been cut down. That just depresses me. It's been a bad year for trees, let me tell you. But the one with all the bark stripped off is still alive. Oh, and to add insult to injury, those arbocidal maniacs completely took out our tree's stump. All that marks its existence is this yellow circular grass patch. Everytime I walk by it, I feel like a part of my memory has died. I wish I could forget you all, but I can't. I get into funks where I don't notice who isn't there at school anymore, and then there are others where the halls feel completely empty and everything reminds me of who has gone away. It sounds like you're dead, I know, but all the life at Royal seems to be dead or dying. Even the trees and the grass. I wish it would rain, though. Rain and wash it all away. Rain until Royal High School was schmudged off the face of the planet, and all the plants would come alive again and reclaim the earth around them.