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Today was an odd day. A hilariously odd day.
I may have driven a couple people to places really nearby the school but a certain person is not the safest to drive with because he is a distraction and another person is not the safest to drive with because you shouldn't give rides to people who don't meet certain qualifications. >.>
I have issues.
More importantly, yesterday was a crappy day. I was stressed out about mostly APUSH but all my other classes as well. I wasn't in the mood for too much bullshit, which I could normally handle rather easily. But then, as Isabel and I help each other on the APUSH final review packet at lunch, some douchebag decided that it would be a fun practical joke to take napkins, use them as a balloon, fill them with hand sanitizer, and THROW IT. Hand sanitizer on my pizza. Hand sanitizer on Quyen's apush packet. Hand sanitizer in Isabel's hair. Hand sanitizer on the table. Hand sanitizer on the floor. Hand sanitizer in John's pudding, on Isabel's jacket, on my jacket sleeve, on my forehead, on my RAGE. And so I storm out of the cafeteria doors yelling, "not fucking today you don't fucking mess with me I'm not dealing with this shit you sons of bitches" and looking for someone to knock the shit out of. A girl came up and told me that she say that it was some black guy with glasses but she didn't know him. I calmed myself down a bit (fights and suspensions don't look good on college apps) and went back to my table to grab my shit and move to where Isabel normally sits. She gave me the rest of her sub sandwich thing because she didn't want to finish it anyways and pizza had gotten hand sanitizer on it after I had gotten in 2 fucking small bites I paid $2 dollars for that slice those dumbass immature pieces of shit. I raged a bit more and took a few deep breaths. Paul P. gave me a Sprite (and then magically conjured another from his backpack to everyone's amusement). David P. threw a carrot at me as part of a small joke. I blew up in his face (minus the yelling). As the day went on, I slowly calmed down, but sadly the stress still hasn't completely disappeared. But that's understandable; it's Dead Week.
I may have driven a couple people to places really nearby the school but a certain person is not the safest to drive with because he is a distraction and another person is not the safest to drive with because you shouldn't give rides to people who don't meet certain qualifications. >.>
I have issues.
More importantly, yesterday was a crappy day. I was stressed out about mostly APUSH but all my other classes as well. I wasn't in the mood for too much bullshit, which I could normally handle rather easily. But then, as Isabel and I help each other on the APUSH final review packet at lunch, some douchebag decided that it would be a fun practical joke to take napkins, use them as a balloon, fill them with hand sanitizer, and THROW IT. Hand sanitizer on my pizza. Hand sanitizer on Quyen's apush packet. Hand sanitizer in Isabel's hair. Hand sanitizer on the table. Hand sanitizer on the floor. Hand sanitizer in John's pudding, on Isabel's jacket, on my jacket sleeve, on my forehead, on my RAGE. And so I storm out of the cafeteria doors yelling, "not fucking today you don't fucking mess with me I'm not dealing with this shit you sons of bitches" and looking for someone to knock the shit out of. A girl came up and told me that she say that it was some black guy with glasses but she didn't know him. I calmed myself down a bit (fights and suspensions don't look good on college apps) and went back to my table to grab my shit and move to where Isabel normally sits. She gave me the rest of her sub sandwich thing because she didn't want to finish it anyways and pizza had gotten hand sanitizer on it after I had gotten in 2 fucking small bites I paid $2 dollars for that slice those dumbass immature pieces of shit. I raged a bit more and took a few deep breaths. Paul P. gave me a Sprite (and then magically conjured another from his backpack to everyone's amusement). David P. threw a carrot at me as part of a small joke. I blew up in his face (minus the yelling). As the day went on, I slowly calmed down, but sadly the stress still hasn't completely disappeared. But that's understandable; it's Dead Week.