One fucked day.
I have yet to be to bed today. I was up at 4 pm yesterday so I am pretty out of it at the moment.
I was hoping it would be a good day... but I hoped wrong. I stayed up most of the night to help keep Stan awake, because I was worried shitless about him. So on and so forth.
At about 6 am I went to go make some poptarts because I needed something in my system. When the toaster cought fire... don't ask me how that happend, because I have no idea. So the house smelled like burnt poptarts. Oh yay, that just made my stomach curl. So I didn't eat anything. So I went to school after searching the entire house for my school stuff still hoping it would be a relitivly easy day. That was a big mistake.
Bell rang, went to class as normal. Jazz Choir. Mrs. Archey asked us to answer some questions she put on the board. Here they are, and my answers (Note: I am so tired):
1) Was this year your first performance at SBC park?
Yes.
2)Tell me about the amount of practice/effort it took to make this performance successful.
It took a lot of practice and effort to make it possible.
3)How do you think the performance went? Explain.
The performance went great. A woman on the street told us on the second bus that our performance
was the best of the season.
4)Discribe your experiance at this performance.
It was cool. I got to meet a lot of new people... and then I lost my cd player and library book.
5)What would you make different next time you did this performance? Explain.
I have no idea for the fact that I will not be here next year. If I had the chance to do it over
again I would change the weather to make it warmer.
I turned that in. Then Mrs Archey told the Seniors to go outside to choose a senior song for us to sing at graduation. This is when it all went to shit in a handbasket. Stereotyping at it's finest.
We all went outside with a cd player and some cds to pick out a song for it. A friend and I were standing close to the back and were trying to listen to the songs, which to me had no meaning to them or were just plain retarded. And a lot of the seniors agreed with my friend and I. There was a song that half the seniors liked and the other half did not. And when Jessica Speed opened her mouth to say "who doesn't like this song," my friend and I raised our hands and she asked us why. I replied with, "First off the song has a solo in it, if it is going to be our song than it shouldn't have a solo in it. Second off, how could you pick a song that doesn't mean didly to half the graduating class?" The rest of the seniors started arguing and then Jessica Speed piped up with, "I hate to break it to you, but most of the songs that we are going to choose are slow songs, not the head banging rock that you would listen to you." Ooooookay, now that just instantly pissed me off. She don't know me she has no damn right to tell me what I listen to and what I do not listen to. My friend and I were actually suggesting songs that were not head banging rock. I looked at my friend and told her that we should just go inside to talk with the teacher about it because my friend and I were the only two singled out for it, and we were stereotyped. So we went into the building and into the classroom to talk to Mrs Archey. She was busy so we waited. When she was done she turned to us and we started explaining why we were in there. Then little miss Jessica Speed had to come in and started cutting our sentences off midstream. Okay that just pushed it into a new level of anger for me. I looked at her and told her to shut up a few times and tried to explain to Mrs Archey. She still cut my sentances off. I started yelling at her for stereotyping me and my friend when she didn't even know us, and Mrs Archey was trying to get us to shut up. Well I just gave up and screamed at Jessica, "You know what? You don't fucking know me so don't you say what I am or what I am not, I'm out of here." So I grabbed my stuff and left. I litteratly screamed that in her face. Mrs. Archey chased me down the hall and was telling me to get back there and I kept telling her no, she then threatened me with a referal and I still didn't go back because by that time I was crying so hard I couldn't talk what so ever. She started chewing me out and I tried to explain to her what was going on but she just cut me off as well and that just made me cry harder. She told me to go into the bathroom and clean my face up and then get back into the classroom. I went into the bathroom and tried to calm down to no avail. I then started walking around in the halls still trying to calm down, when Jessica Speed decided to come up to me and talk to me. When I saw her coming I said "No! Get away from me" but she continued to talk to me and shit. She said sorry for what she said(bullshit). I screamed at her for a little bit and then went to go back inside the classroom. One of the other senior girls told me "You aren't allowed to go in there." in that sort of voice saying I am better than you are and what I say goes. I just looked at her and said "Mrs Archey told me to go back into the class room, so don't you fucking assume that I am not suppose to go in." She then started bitching at me and telling me to not get into her face. Oh my fucking god. I was 2 feet away from her for fear of passing from her stench. I got closer to her and got into her face and said, "You'll fucking know it when I get into your face." I then turned to the door and looked down at the girl who was sitting by the door and told her to tell that bitch to calm down or I was going to knock her ass out. I then went inside the class room, fighting to regain my composure. Mrs. Archey came to the back of the class trying to talk to us, saying something about life lessons, and other bs like that when I told her that I would rather not fight but have a civil conversation. She then after my friend finally told her what happened all the while I was fighting not to cry and freak out. She tried to calm me down but couldn't do it because she made the comment that I was making myself look like the evil guy in the whole thing. I looked at her and just said, "Well it's not as if that actually matters... I am always the evil guy in everything." I was to the point of breaking down right there, because it just brought up so many memories that I am not going to put here. My friend and I decided to go on a walk and we walked around the building while I cried because I could not stop crying. I knew I had to go home because I didn't want to be at school at all. So my friend and I waited for the bell to ring so I could go to the office and sign myself out. I started to have a panic attack in the hallway because of all the people in it... By the time I reached the office, I was in tears again. I quickly signed myself out and told my teacher for the next block that I wasn't going to be there. I went out to my truck and sat in there and cried for a half hour and then finally went home...
At the moment, I am still trying not to cry or freak out. I have just had a fucked day and it has yet to be over...
I was hoping it would be a good day... but I hoped wrong. I stayed up most of the night to help keep Stan awake, because I was worried shitless about him. So on and so forth.
At about 6 am I went to go make some poptarts because I needed something in my system. When the toaster cought fire... don't ask me how that happend, because I have no idea. So the house smelled like burnt poptarts. Oh yay, that just made my stomach curl. So I didn't eat anything. So I went to school after searching the entire house for my school stuff still hoping it would be a relitivly easy day. That was a big mistake.
Bell rang, went to class as normal. Jazz Choir. Mrs. Archey asked us to answer some questions she put on the board. Here they are, and my answers (Note: I am so tired):
1) Was this year your first performance at SBC park?
Yes.
2)Tell me about the amount of practice/effort it took to make this performance successful.
It took a lot of practice and effort to make it possible.
3)How do you think the performance went? Explain.
The performance went great. A woman on the street told us on the second bus that our performance
was the best of the season.
4)Discribe your experiance at this performance.
It was cool. I got to meet a lot of new people... and then I lost my cd player and library book.
5)What would you make different next time you did this performance? Explain.
I have no idea for the fact that I will not be here next year. If I had the chance to do it over
again I would change the weather to make it warmer.
I turned that in. Then Mrs Archey told the Seniors to go outside to choose a senior song for us to sing at graduation. This is when it all went to shit in a handbasket. Stereotyping at it's finest.
We all went outside with a cd player and some cds to pick out a song for it. A friend and I were standing close to the back and were trying to listen to the songs, which to me had no meaning to them or were just plain retarded. And a lot of the seniors agreed with my friend and I. There was a song that half the seniors liked and the other half did not. And when Jessica Speed opened her mouth to say "who doesn't like this song," my friend and I raised our hands and she asked us why. I replied with, "First off the song has a solo in it, if it is going to be our song than it shouldn't have a solo in it. Second off, how could you pick a song that doesn't mean didly to half the graduating class?" The rest of the seniors started arguing and then Jessica Speed piped up with, "I hate to break it to you, but most of the songs that we are going to choose are slow songs, not the head banging rock that you would listen to you." Ooooookay, now that just instantly pissed me off. She don't know me she has no damn right to tell me what I listen to and what I do not listen to. My friend and I were actually suggesting songs that were not head banging rock. I looked at my friend and told her that we should just go inside to talk with the teacher about it because my friend and I were the only two singled out for it, and we were stereotyped. So we went into the building and into the classroom to talk to Mrs Archey. She was busy so we waited. When she was done she turned to us and we started explaining why we were in there. Then little miss Jessica Speed had to come in and started cutting our sentences off midstream. Okay that just pushed it into a new level of anger for me. I looked at her and told her to shut up a few times and tried to explain to Mrs Archey. She still cut my sentances off. I started yelling at her for stereotyping me and my friend when she didn't even know us, and Mrs Archey was trying to get us to shut up. Well I just gave up and screamed at Jessica, "You know what? You don't fucking know me so don't you say what I am or what I am not, I'm out of here." So I grabbed my stuff and left. I litteratly screamed that in her face. Mrs. Archey chased me down the hall and was telling me to get back there and I kept telling her no, she then threatened me with a referal and I still didn't go back because by that time I was crying so hard I couldn't talk what so ever. She started chewing me out and I tried to explain to her what was going on but she just cut me off as well and that just made me cry harder. She told me to go into the bathroom and clean my face up and then get back into the classroom. I went into the bathroom and tried to calm down to no avail. I then started walking around in the halls still trying to calm down, when Jessica Speed decided to come up to me and talk to me. When I saw her coming I said "No! Get away from me" but she continued to talk to me and shit. She said sorry for what she said(bullshit). I screamed at her for a little bit and then went to go back inside the classroom. One of the other senior girls told me "You aren't allowed to go in there." in that sort of voice saying I am better than you are and what I say goes. I just looked at her and said "Mrs Archey told me to go back into the class room, so don't you fucking assume that I am not suppose to go in." She then started bitching at me and telling me to not get into her face. Oh my fucking god. I was 2 feet away from her for fear of passing from her stench. I got closer to her and got into her face and said, "You'll fucking know it when I get into your face." I then turned to the door and looked down at the girl who was sitting by the door and told her to tell that bitch to calm down or I was going to knock her ass out. I then went inside the class room, fighting to regain my composure. Mrs. Archey came to the back of the class trying to talk to us, saying something about life lessons, and other bs like that when I told her that I would rather not fight but have a civil conversation. She then after my friend finally told her what happened all the while I was fighting not to cry and freak out. She tried to calm me down but couldn't do it because she made the comment that I was making myself look like the evil guy in the whole thing. I looked at her and just said, "Well it's not as if that actually matters... I am always the evil guy in everything." I was to the point of breaking down right there, because it just brought up so many memories that I am not going to put here. My friend and I decided to go on a walk and we walked around the building while I cried because I could not stop crying. I knew I had to go home because I didn't want to be at school at all. So my friend and I waited for the bell to ring so I could go to the office and sign myself out. I started to have a panic attack in the hallway because of all the people in it... By the time I reached the office, I was in tears again. I quickly signed myself out and told my teacher for the next block that I wasn't going to be there. I went out to my truck and sat in there and cried for a half hour and then finally went home...
At the moment, I am still trying not to cry or freak out. I have just had a fucked day and it has yet to be over...