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Backeth.
While in the hallway, she told me that I was being disrespectful and always had been, but she didn't feel she should mention it until that moment. This was the conversation in short:
"Since you were just talking about the refridgerator and not about class, I didn't think it would be a big deal to whisper something to A.J."
"Oh, but is was about class. There is a life lesson in that broken refrigerator."
WHAT. THE. HELL.
I told her that I was going to the counselor and dropping the fucking class. So that's where I headed.
After waiting awhile, I finally entered the counselor's office. To sum it up, she told me that I had a problem associating with people and needed to get over it.
"Cali, (as in CALI-fornia, which she has called me for four years now, even with me correcting her for the first one) you just don't seem to get along with anyone."
"Because I don't get along with Mrs. Turner or YOU?"
"Yes, that's exactly right."
The office ended with me saying that if she wasn't going to let me drop the class, my parents would be calling in within the next day and scheduling a conference with her. (By the way, this is the second time I havn't been allowed to drop a class because of this stupid bitch.)
I ended the conversation with...
"And my name is KAY-LEE, bitch."
Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Meh. I'm pretty satisfied with myself. Maybe I do have a problem getting along with people. Any opinions?
"Oh, and my name
While in the hallway, she told me that I was being disrespectful and always had been, but she didn't feel she should mention it until that moment. This was the conversation in short:
"Since you were just talking about the refridgerator and not about class, I didn't think it would be a big deal to whisper something to A.J."
"Oh, but is was about class. There is a life lesson in that broken refrigerator."
WHAT. THE. HELL.
I told her that I was going to the counselor and dropping the fucking class. So that's where I headed.
After waiting awhile, I finally entered the counselor's office. To sum it up, she told me that I had a problem associating with people and needed to get over it.
"Cali, (as in CALI-fornia, which she has called me for four years now, even with me correcting her for the first one) you just don't seem to get along with anyone."
"Because I don't get along with Mrs. Turner or YOU?"
"Yes, that's exactly right."
The office ended with me saying that if she wasn't going to let me drop the class, my parents would be calling in within the next day and scheduling a conference with her. (By the way, this is the second time I havn't been allowed to drop a class because of this stupid bitch.)
I ended the conversation with...
"And my name is KAY-LEE, bitch."
Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Meh. I'm pretty satisfied with myself. Maybe I do have a problem getting along with people. Any opinions?
"Oh, and my name