Crappy Days
I hate school. I hate my program. Senioritis is fucking me over. I don't want to be there at all, and yet I am stuck there for every period of the day. Freshmen and sophomores are getting out earlier than I am. It sucks ass. It would be ok if I was allowed to leave when I don't have a class, but I have to stay there. So 3rd, 4th, and 5th, I sit in school, doing nothing. I can't do homework because all my important classes are at the end of the day. It's such bullshit. Why did physics lab have to be put 10th period? The teacher comes in 3rd period, but doesn't teach until 5th. It could have been 3rd period. But no, it actually couldn't have been, because my school is filled with dumbasses.
I hate the security guards, I hate the office people, I hate a few of the assistant principles, and I really fucking hate the principle. If one of them talks to me, I keep walking. And sometimes I have days where if the wrong person were to talk to me at the wrong time, I would attack them. And I might even kill a freshman.
I got into Stony Brook. Woo hoo. I really don't care. It was a safety any way. Apparently it has to be third on my list, instead of Lewis and Clark because Lewis and Clark doesn't have as good a reputation. Fuck my godfather.
Apparently I need a wardrobe change before I go to college, because I wear too many baggy t-shirts. Maybe I just don't give a shit about what I wear. My godmother thinks I should start wearing classier looking clothes and that I wear baggy t-shirts because I don't think I'm beautiful. Maybe I just don't like having guys stare at my breasts all the time when I wear a smaller t-shirt. That can't be it. I must just not think I am beautiful or good looking. Granted, I don't have the greatest self-esteem, but that's for other reasons.
Oh and according to her I won't get into Smith. Any small college is a long shot, but yeah, I love having the fact that I might not get in rubbed in my face.
Only when high school is over and I never have to go back into that fucking building will I be happy again. I think I am going to set some part of it on fire.
Later...
I hate the security guards, I hate the office people, I hate a few of the assistant principles, and I really fucking hate the principle. If one of them talks to me, I keep walking. And sometimes I have days where if the wrong person were to talk to me at the wrong time, I would attack them. And I might even kill a freshman.
I got into Stony Brook. Woo hoo. I really don't care. It was a safety any way. Apparently it has to be third on my list, instead of Lewis and Clark because Lewis and Clark doesn't have as good a reputation. Fuck my godfather.
Apparently I need a wardrobe change before I go to college, because I wear too many baggy t-shirts. Maybe I just don't give a shit about what I wear. My godmother thinks I should start wearing classier looking clothes and that I wear baggy t-shirts because I don't think I'm beautiful. Maybe I just don't like having guys stare at my breasts all the time when I wear a smaller t-shirt. That can't be it. I must just not think I am beautiful or good looking. Granted, I don't have the greatest self-esteem, but that's for other reasons.
Oh and according to her I won't get into Smith. Any small college is a long shot, but yeah, I love having the fact that I might not get in rubbed in my face.
Only when high school is over and I never have to go back into that fucking building will I be happy again. I think I am going to set some part of it on fire.
Later...