*flop*
I'm so done with high school. I wish I could come home and nap, instead of doing physics labs and music theory. Really.
More math class drama (tangent: I find it funny that the majority of the drama of my high school career has to be concentrated into the last month of school of my senior year). Crazy man flipped a shit after making us grade papers (for a different class; can you say "illegal"?) and someone did something wrong. Dude SEETHED with anger on Friday, prompting my mom to have the, "just in case he brings a gun to school, sit near the door so you can sprint down the hallway," talk with me. I have to say, every time I've left the room since (and including) the day of the "BC Calc fiasco," I've taken my cellphone (which is normally in my backpack) with me.
Yes. You read the name of that speech correctly. It means exactly what you think it does.
My calculus teacher isn't exactly the... sanest guy. My friend Eliot told me last year that the guy was either bipolar, schizophrenic, or both. He also lives alone in an apartment in Chinatown. That's fine. Whatever. But his demeanor and his spitefulness scared me. I haven't been that scared since my grandma was dying (that was almost 6 years ago). Normally, he's a nice guy--weird, but nice--and he had his mood swings. But even then, there was never this, "Dude, if my class makes him angrier, he could bring a gun and I could die," thought. I swear, I ran danger simulations in my head for three days because I didn't know what the guy could do. I plotted out how quickly and when I could open the door and run (the guy's kind of large and out of shape) to the nearest security guard. I realize that the idea was, in part, due to my mom's speech, but I was thinking (as I do a lot) and I realized that he could do that. I told Robin, Ben, Lauren, etc. and they said "...I see that too.." but then the others were like, "Him?! No way."
So, I sent my old math teacher (who is now an "assistant principal for bad kids" or something) a Facebook message, saying like, "The dude's acting weird and freaking me out. Can we talk?" Her nonresponse didn't help me too much since I'm still a bit freaked out. Talked to some other people and decided that I should indeed go to class (I originally, was not going to go) to see how bad it was. He was better today, but I'm still suspicious.
But all of this really made me think. My school's deterrent for crime/things like this is that every student is SO INVOLVED in the school that they don't do anything stupid. And if they try, super-rich parents will take away their phones. Plus, no one here really says, "Oh. I'm going to go get a gun." No. No one here even thinks it. But, that's just the students. No one counts the mentally-ill math teachers. There aren't any metal detectors here and I doubt that they would make teachers go through them.
I'm still reeling a little, but that was, after all, 3 days ago. We'll see how it goes.
I'm so done.
More math class drama (tangent: I find it funny that the majority of the drama of my high school career has to be concentrated into the last month of school of my senior year). Crazy man flipped a shit after making us grade papers (for a different class; can you say "illegal"?) and someone did something wrong. Dude SEETHED with anger on Friday, prompting my mom to have the, "just in case he brings a gun to school, sit near the door so you can sprint down the hallway," talk with me. I have to say, every time I've left the room since (and including) the day of the "BC Calc fiasco," I've taken my cellphone (which is normally in my backpack) with me.
Yes. You read the name of that speech correctly. It means exactly what you think it does.
My calculus teacher isn't exactly the... sanest guy. My friend Eliot told me last year that the guy was either bipolar, schizophrenic, or both. He also lives alone in an apartment in Chinatown. That's fine. Whatever. But his demeanor and his spitefulness scared me. I haven't been that scared since my grandma was dying (that was almost 6 years ago). Normally, he's a nice guy--weird, but nice--and he had his mood swings. But even then, there was never this, "Dude, if my class makes him angrier, he could bring a gun and I could die," thought. I swear, I ran danger simulations in my head for three days because I didn't know what the guy could do. I plotted out how quickly and when I could open the door and run (the guy's kind of large and out of shape) to the nearest security guard. I realize that the idea was, in part, due to my mom's speech, but I was thinking (as I do a lot) and I realized that he could do that. I told Robin, Ben, Lauren, etc. and they said "...I see that too.." but then the others were like, "Him?! No way."
So, I sent my old math teacher (who is now an "assistant principal for bad kids" or something) a Facebook message, saying like, "The dude's acting weird and freaking me out. Can we talk?" Her nonresponse didn't help me too much since I'm still a bit freaked out. Talked to some other people and decided that I should indeed go to class (I originally, was not going to go) to see how bad it was. He was better today, but I'm still suspicious.
But all of this really made me think. My school's deterrent for crime/things like this is that every student is SO INVOLVED in the school that they don't do anything stupid. And if they try, super-rich parents will take away their phones. Plus, no one here really says, "Oh. I'm going to go get a gun." No. No one here even thinks it. But, that's just the students. No one counts the mentally-ill math teachers. There aren't any metal detectors here and I doubt that they would make teachers go through them.
I'm still reeling a little, but that was, after all, 3 days ago. We'll see how it goes.
I'm so done.