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Today was pretty much horrible.
It started out pretty nice. Tommy called me so we had some sleepy talk before I woke up for real and went to school. First period I found out that Mr. Pike (my History teacher) had been absent the day before, so I didn't miss anything.
But then at the end of the period, the kids in the class started talking about The Crucible, the play we're all reading in English. And finally some kid goes, "Why are you all talking about The Crucible?" and this kid Danny says, "We have a paper due on it today for Mrs. Sullivan." And then that's where my day starts going down hill.
I forgot about a paper.
And if any of you know me, you know that I NEVER forget ANYTHING. I have not passed in an essay late in my entire high school or middle school career (unless I was absent). So I start freaking out and everyone was like, "Why can't you just do the paper before the class." And my response was, "Because I have English NEXT."
So I go into English and my teacher was collecting the papers and I felt so bad because Mrs Sullivan is just about the best teacher I've ever had at high school, so I HATE seeing her disappointed in me.
And then I talk to Margaret during English and I ask her about the Anatomy quiz I missed yesterday. And she told me it was ridiculously hard. And when Margaret calls ANYTHING hard, you know it's bad. She's probably number two in the class.
So I'm sitting there and trying my hardest to follow along as we read The Crucible, but in reality, I'm studying for Anatomy. I felt okay about the quiz though because I didn't have Anatomy until last period. So I go to Health and my teacher (who is a permanent sub for my REAL health teacher who is in Iraq . . . she's coming back Monday though but she'd been gone since the beginning of the year) was freaking out because she had, just HAD, to have us read this paper on some kid who won the Olympics. But there was a problem because she only had like 10 packets and 25 kids. So we're all super confused because she's running around, giving random kids this packet, and telling us stories about her fucking kids. So then she's like: WELL, READ IT.
So we go around the class and read some parts. My side of the room was doing good and we finished about half the packet (13 page packet) and then when it came to the other side's turn, they had no idea where we were. So they just started reading randomly. The girl who started reading was this BITCH named Shay. She's dumb as rocks. And she started on the wrong page, so I say, "We're one page ahead of that." And then the other side of the room gives me this joint glare. They all start like staring me down. And I'm like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS A 13 PAGE PACKET I DONT WANT TO BE REPEATING PAGES. But they just were like, "Woooow." And I wanted to punch everyone.
And then I went to German, where my teacher was PISSED. She lectured us about "respecting teachers" literally three times. She was like, "I NEVER TALK WHEN YOU GUYS ARE TALKING AND THE TEACHERS IN THIS SCHOOL RECEIVE NO RESPECT." But she's wrong . . . no one respects her because she treats us like we're five.
And then in Creative Writing, it was pretty fun . . . it would have made me happy if we circled on my story (you know, reading it aloud and commenting on it), but we didn't get to mine.
And then in Algebra, my teacher was pissed (again) and she give us this quiz, says no calculators, and then says no partial credit. So we were all panicking because it's only a 10 question quiz.
And then there was Anatomy! And she gives us this RIDICULOUSLY DIFFICULT quiz on all the muscles, and then proceeds to surprise us with WONDERFUL (sarcasm!) news! We're starting to DISECT THE FUCKING CATS today!
So she makes us get the cats down from the shelves, take them out of their packaging, DRAIN THEM, and then clean up and put them away.
By the end of the day, I was just about ready to scream.
And then the GameBoy Micro kept freezing on me on the bus and Haylee and Mindy weren't there to talk to me.
AHJqebawjrk
It started out pretty nice. Tommy called me so we had some sleepy talk before I woke up for real and went to school. First period I found out that Mr. Pike (my History teacher) had been absent the day before, so I didn't miss anything.
But then at the end of the period, the kids in the class started talking about The Crucible, the play we're all reading in English. And finally some kid goes, "Why are you all talking about The Crucible?" and this kid Danny says, "We have a paper due on it today for Mrs. Sullivan." And then that's where my day starts going down hill.
I forgot about a paper.
And if any of you know me, you know that I NEVER forget ANYTHING. I have not passed in an essay late in my entire high school or middle school career (unless I was absent). So I start freaking out and everyone was like, "Why can't you just do the paper before the class." And my response was, "Because I have English NEXT."
So I go into English and my teacher was collecting the papers and I felt so bad because Mrs Sullivan is just about the best teacher I've ever had at high school, so I HATE seeing her disappointed in me.
And then I talk to Margaret during English and I ask her about the Anatomy quiz I missed yesterday. And she told me it was ridiculously hard. And when Margaret calls ANYTHING hard, you know it's bad. She's probably number two in the class.
So I'm sitting there and trying my hardest to follow along as we read The Crucible, but in reality, I'm studying for Anatomy. I felt okay about the quiz though because I didn't have Anatomy until last period. So I go to Health and my teacher (who is a permanent sub for my REAL health teacher who is in Iraq . . . she's coming back Monday though but she'd been gone since the beginning of the year) was freaking out because she had, just HAD, to have us read this paper on some kid who won the Olympics. But there was a problem because she only had like 10 packets and 25 kids. So we're all super confused because she's running around, giving random kids this packet, and telling us stories about her fucking kids. So then she's like: WELL, READ IT.
So we go around the class and read some parts. My side of the room was doing good and we finished about half the packet (13 page packet) and then when it came to the other side's turn, they had no idea where we were. So they just started reading randomly. The girl who started reading was this BITCH named Shay. She's dumb as rocks. And she started on the wrong page, so I say, "We're one page ahead of that." And then the other side of the room gives me this joint glare. They all start like staring me down. And I'm like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS A 13 PAGE PACKET I DONT WANT TO BE REPEATING PAGES. But they just were like, "Woooow." And I wanted to punch everyone.
And then I went to German, where my teacher was PISSED. She lectured us about "respecting teachers" literally three times. She was like, "I NEVER TALK WHEN YOU GUYS ARE TALKING AND THE TEACHERS IN THIS SCHOOL RECEIVE NO RESPECT." But she's wrong . . . no one respects her because she treats us like we're five.
And then in Creative Writing, it was pretty fun . . . it would have made me happy if we circled on my story (you know, reading it aloud and commenting on it), but we didn't get to mine.
And then in Algebra, my teacher was pissed (again) and she give us this quiz, says no calculators, and then says no partial credit. So we were all panicking because it's only a 10 question quiz.
And then there was Anatomy! And she gives us this RIDICULOUSLY DIFFICULT quiz on all the muscles, and then proceeds to surprise us with WONDERFUL (sarcasm!) news! We're starting to DISECT THE FUCKING CATS today!
So she makes us get the cats down from the shelves, take them out of their packaging, DRAIN THEM, and then clean up and put them away.
By the end of the day, I was just about ready to scream.
And then the GameBoy Micro kept freezing on me on the bus and Haylee and Mindy weren't there to talk to me.
AHJqebawjrk