if loving you is wrong, I dont wanna be right!
once again, I am online when there is absolutely no one to talk to. I sit and I wait for someone.. anyone... but as usual, no one talks. I dont mean for it to sound like I'm a loner or anything, I just simply have nothing else to do. So this was my "exciting" monday back to school...
Spanish was my first period of the day... we started a new chapter on clothing. Woopie!
-sarcasm- And as usual, Jargie throws some donught thing at me and I get yelled at for it. I am always the kid you blame for everything. Why? Becuase if you tell a teacher that it was my fault, she will believe you. Because I have a past of being obnoxious, and no one can seem to get it out of their head that I am not in 4th grade anymore and I have actually grown up a little. Anyway... then it was off to research where we had to do library oriontation, whatever the hell that is. I had a substitute in science, which was good, becuase I think we all needed a break from Mr. Ferraria's horrible take-up-the-whole-hour-and-a-half-period lectures. And math I fell asleep durring, which isnt too smart seeing as how I sit in the front row.
So needless to say I was happy to finally go home. Andrew called, but I was just getting out of the shower, so I didnt have time to answer the phone. When I called back a few minutes later, his mother answered the phone. I asked for Andrew, but she responded "oh, he's busy. I'll tell him you called" *click!*
Yeah... she never really liked me. I honestly can't understand why though. I mean, I've done all I can to get her to like me! I'm nice, I ask her how she's doing, and I even bought her a Christmas present! It just hurts knowing in her eyes I'll never be good enough for her son...
Spanish was my first period of the day... we started a new chapter on clothing. Woopie!
-sarcasm- And as usual, Jargie throws some donught thing at me and I get yelled at for it. I am always the kid you blame for everything. Why? Becuase if you tell a teacher that it was my fault, she will believe you. Because I have a past of being obnoxious, and no one can seem to get it out of their head that I am not in 4th grade anymore and I have actually grown up a little. Anyway... then it was off to research where we had to do library oriontation, whatever the hell that is. I had a substitute in science, which was good, becuase I think we all needed a break from Mr. Ferraria's horrible take-up-the-whole-hour-and-a-half-period lectures. And math I fell asleep durring, which isnt too smart seeing as how I sit in the front row.
So needless to say I was happy to finally go home. Andrew called, but I was just getting out of the shower, so I didnt have time to answer the phone. When I called back a few minutes later, his mother answered the phone. I asked for Andrew, but she responded "oh, he's busy. I'll tell him you called" *click!*
Yeah... she never really liked me. I honestly can't understand why though. I mean, I've done all I can to get her to like me! I'm nice, I ask her how she's doing, and I even bought her a Christmas present! It just hurts knowing in her eyes I'll never be good enough for her son...