Graduation sucks
It's almost time for me to graduate from Capri, but it's become a very stressful and depressing ordeal. When a class graduates, they have a total look competition on thier last day. The bring in a model, make them over and at the end of the day, there's a fashion show and of course the best make over wins. I've been looking foreward to this day sense I started. Now I don't even want to do it. We do this as a class, but I feel like I have no say in anything. The class decided, without asking my imput, that everyone was going to have thier moms model and our theme is "a casual night out". My mother does not need a make over. She looks great as is, and futhermore, "a casual night out" is the lamest theme I've heard if in my life. Now, I have no say in the choice in music. This is the tip of the iceburg. For the past 16 months, I've yet to feel like I'm a part of my class. Whenever we tgy to organize some class event, No one asks me so I stay out. If someone has a party, everyone's invited but me, yet I invite everyone to any party I attend. No one ever asks me to go to lunch with them, and until a new transfer student, Dawn, came in, as much as asks if I want to go have a cigarette with them. If I participate in the class discussion, the room gets silent and all eyes are glaring at me as I converse with the instructor because I find those ugly runway styles cool. Then, what hurts the most, is the fact that not one person acknowleged the fact that I am the class valedictorian. I've set fucking records, and I've busted my ass to accomplish what I have. When I scored 97% percent on my senior final, which is way harder than state boards, I only got dirty looks. No one as much as said good job, when I missed 11 out of 400 questions. According to my school director, nobody has ever done that well.
It's no suprise that I'd say this, but I will be the first to admit that I am different. I literally have one thing in common with these girls. I like to do hair. Other than that, I might as well be a fucking alien. I've always considered myself a very giving person, and I've went above and beyond to be nice to them. I would have told anyone else of this nature to go fuck themselves, but I decided that I should try and make small talk with these people, as I'm going to spend the next year with them. It obviously got no where. What I'm trying to decide however, is this. do I
A. Confront the issues said above, and explain how rejected and ignored I feel, and maybe teach them that because someone is different or overachieves, they don't deserve to be hated
B. Put it in the back of my mind, suck it up, and tolerate the bitches for 2 more weeks and live with the fact that I didn't let them know how I feel.
C. Let them drown in thier own jealousy and make thier life hell for te next two weeks.
Bear in mind I like to give it to people straight. If I don't like you, I try to be crystal clear. If I do like you, I come out and say it eventually, so not saying anything is going to be pretty hard.
So should I release the inner bitch or not.
No matter what I'ved learned one thing. Being a grown up and doing your best to avoid high school drama (yes, I'm in college and theres high school drama. Sad huh?) does absolutely nothing for you because there's always some crazy bitches that drag you into it anyway.
It's no suprise that I'd say this, but I will be the first to admit that I am different. I literally have one thing in common with these girls. I like to do hair. Other than that, I might as well be a fucking alien. I've always considered myself a very giving person, and I've went above and beyond to be nice to them. I would have told anyone else of this nature to go fuck themselves, but I decided that I should try and make small talk with these people, as I'm going to spend the next year with them. It obviously got no where. What I'm trying to decide however, is this. do I
A. Confront the issues said above, and explain how rejected and ignored I feel, and maybe teach them that because someone is different or overachieves, they don't deserve to be hated
B. Put it in the back of my mind, suck it up, and tolerate the bitches for 2 more weeks and live with the fact that I didn't let them know how I feel.
C. Let them drown in thier own jealousy and make thier life hell for te next two weeks.
Bear in mind I like to give it to people straight. If I don't like you, I try to be crystal clear. If I do like you, I come out and say it eventually, so not saying anything is going to be pretty hard.
So should I release the inner bitch or not.
No matter what I'ved learned one thing. Being a grown up and doing your best to avoid high school drama (yes, I'm in college and theres high school drama. Sad huh?) does absolutely nothing for you because there's always some crazy bitches that drag you into it anyway.