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Well lets see... I have two things the bad news and the worse news... heres the worst or maybe they measure up the same: Once again i really hate mrs ulmer i dislike her w/ a passion... but shes nothin to vent on right now. It seems that the councelling in this school is either 0 for 4 or 1 for 5 only possibly 1 for 5, if your a psychiatrist im pretty sure that your not supposed to talk to anyone about what your told outside of a session. well apparently beccas "psychiatrist" went outside of session and called her dad, no matter if its a family member or not you are not supposed to release anything you are told by your psychiatry patients. therefore the fuckin guidance in this school blows it might as well be called Mis-guidance, and underwritten should say we dont know what the fuck we are doing. on every door of someone whom is supposedly a guidance councelor that should be written, because its bullshit what they have put becca thru in the 2 years shes been here so far. so just so everyone knows Fuck this whole school they dont seem to know what they are doing too aweful well.
anyways the other piece
Concert tonight with mrs. drains the fuckin life and fun from everything. anyways i cant wait *sarcasm* i do not want to be with that stupid brainless teacher more than i need too... wait not brainless exactly but after teaching 15 years of chorus and you can be called worse than a teacher that was only there for 3 or 4 years then u aint got too much talent.
back to becca her dad came and picked her up and now i am sitting in the comp. lab at the school and waiting til i can go to my lesson so i can just go home prep for a stupid concert i dont necessarily want to be at and then finally my night can end. I want becca to feel better but i just dont know how to make her so... yeah i wish i could but she said she doesnt have anything to take out her frustration anymore... great day to be alive... well maybe...
anyways the other piece
Concert tonight with mrs. drains the fuckin life and fun from everything. anyways i cant wait *sarcasm* i do not want to be with that stupid brainless teacher more than i need too... wait not brainless exactly but after teaching 15 years of chorus and you can be called worse than a teacher that was only there for 3 or 4 years then u aint got too much talent.
back to becca her dad came and picked her up and now i am sitting in the comp. lab at the school and waiting til i can go to my lesson so i can just go home prep for a stupid concert i dont necessarily want to be at and then finally my night can end. I want becca to feel better but i just dont know how to make her so... yeah i wish i could but she said she doesnt have anything to take out her frustration anymore... great day to be alive... well maybe...