I need a low carb Monster energy drink... the one with the black and blue label...
"Fuck off I'll take you on... I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong... I can't give everything away. I WON'T give everything away. I know all about your motives inside and your decision to hide... fuck off, I'll take you on... I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong." -Trapt "Headstrong"
I'm so pissed off right now. I've been holding it in all day. I've tried to keep my cool and not hit people for making my best friend cry and so far have been pretty successful. Gawd, I'm so mad.
OK, so today started off ok. I was told I no longer have to come to advisory which is cool. Then I WASTED an entire hour and a half in DE Gov't because people can't get their shit together... argh.
Then I meet with Jewkes and shit goes downhill from there. First, there were problems with our mailout... I forgot to include the other "coaches" names (I can't even name all of them) and Mrs. Jewkes didn't give me enough notice so she could look over everything before we mailed it. Ok, I can accept that I made some mistakes, as I do frequently, no biggie.
But here's the kicker...Not only have I been told that I cannot run for president of Co.S.T because I'm a cheerleader, but Alissa and I have been told that we must give up being a tournament directors to an adult. We have worked our asses off to get everything together for this tournament. Everything from the entire mailout, room placement, meeting with Mrs. Everett for specifics, contacting schools, etc. Everything except the stuff I can't do until we get a response... She says "I appreciate you girls for stepping up and taking charge, but... the nit picking that is going on within the team needs to stop, that means all this between you and Kevin... you two have burned that bridge and so now I don't have Kevin to come help me on my conference period" and then when we try to interject, "I don't want to hear it." Way to listen to both sides of the story.
For the record, Alissa is the one that has voiced her problems with Kevin, not me. For all I care, he can be fucking director, AS LONG AS HE GETS THE SHIT DONE AND DOES A QUALITY JOB. I agreed to IE head for a reason... I was FINE with it! BUt when someone doesn't get their shit done and I am asked to take over and we have taken the reins, and worked hard for it, don't take our work and take credit for it. Everything is kind of a blur past that point, I was to angry to listen to anything else.
All I remember after that is walking into Newspaper and taking 5 minutes out of Newspaper to console Alissa in the dark room. Once we had both calmed down, we went back to class and tried not to think about it.
I love Mrs. Roberts. She is super nice and very supportive. I love my newspaper staff. They seem like a bunch of hard workers and they have some really good ideas! My core group is awesome... they really keep me on track. Nikita (German exchange student on staff) cracks me up, but he has good ideas.
I ate lunch with Alissa and the Italian exchange student from my Shakespeare class (Nina) and she was super cool. I love new cultures.
Cheer was fine except I fell on a flip flop. eep. I'm really glad that Katie Lance is my big sister.
Some people in the parking lot pissed me off... oh well, it happens. I want to cry, but I need to go to STuCo.
Later.
I'm so pissed off right now. I've been holding it in all day. I've tried to keep my cool and not hit people for making my best friend cry and so far have been pretty successful. Gawd, I'm so mad.
OK, so today started off ok. I was told I no longer have to come to advisory which is cool. Then I WASTED an entire hour and a half in DE Gov't because people can't get their shit together... argh.
Then I meet with Jewkes and shit goes downhill from there. First, there were problems with our mailout... I forgot to include the other "coaches" names (I can't even name all of them) and Mrs. Jewkes didn't give me enough notice so she could look over everything before we mailed it. Ok, I can accept that I made some mistakes, as I do frequently, no biggie.
But here's the kicker...Not only have I been told that I cannot run for president of Co.S.T because I'm a cheerleader, but Alissa and I have been told that we must give up being a tournament directors to an adult. We have worked our asses off to get everything together for this tournament. Everything from the entire mailout, room placement, meeting with Mrs. Everett for specifics, contacting schools, etc. Everything except the stuff I can't do until we get a response... She says "I appreciate you girls for stepping up and taking charge, but... the nit picking that is going on within the team needs to stop, that means all this between you and Kevin... you two have burned that bridge and so now I don't have Kevin to come help me on my conference period" and then when we try to interject, "I don't want to hear it." Way to listen to both sides of the story.
For the record, Alissa is the one that has voiced her problems with Kevin, not me. For all I care, he can be fucking director, AS LONG AS HE GETS THE SHIT DONE AND DOES A QUALITY JOB. I agreed to IE head for a reason... I was FINE with it! BUt when someone doesn't get their shit done and I am asked to take over and we have taken the reins, and worked hard for it, don't take our work and take credit for it. Everything is kind of a blur past that point, I was to angry to listen to anything else.
All I remember after that is walking into Newspaper and taking 5 minutes out of Newspaper to console Alissa in the dark room. Once we had both calmed down, we went back to class and tried not to think about it.
I love Mrs. Roberts. She is super nice and very supportive. I love my newspaper staff. They seem like a bunch of hard workers and they have some really good ideas! My core group is awesome... they really keep me on track. Nikita (German exchange student on staff) cracks me up, but he has good ideas.
I ate lunch with Alissa and the Italian exchange student from my Shakespeare class (Nina) and she was super cool. I love new cultures.
Cheer was fine except I fell on a flip flop. eep. I'm really glad that Katie Lance is my big sister.
Some people in the parking lot pissed me off... oh well, it happens. I want to cry, but I need to go to STuCo.
Later.