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We all know when you have to run about a mile and a half on Monday, you know your week is going to be PRETTY crappy.
Yeah, it's an omen.
For some reason, ALL WEEK my contact has been freakishly burning my eye. My eye always started watering. Every time. -_-
Boring week for the most part, though, today was probably a day in hell. Or a fiery burning pit of DOOM~! (don't forget the DOOM part)
US History was all fine and dandy, cept for the quiz on the Articles of Confederation I probably failed. Neh, w/e.
Science was great. The guy who sits behind me called me a b***h because I wouldn't give him answers. Eh, screw him.
Art was a b***h! This guy, Dan, started sitting with us Monday, and he found something wrong with everything I said and did. Like I shouldn't have spent $10 on my super awesome sketch pencils, and that I was shading wrong.
Then somehow we got into a conversationarguement on preps. I say they're a bunch of bitches, and he asked how so. Well, the fact that they are super mean to me and the rest of the school's population. Like two girls took a picture of this girl in PE changing. The girl is deaf, and they started laughing at her.
God I hate them all.
I have extra algebra homework because the teacher decided to dump it on me. Screw it.
Then, at my locker, someone purposely put their locker at an angle so I'd hit it when I stood up. I had to ask Paige if my head was bleeding. Almost thought I'd pass out too.
PE was the icing on the cake. Gotta tell ya, when you don't have any friends in there and the preps and jocks are fixated on making your life hell, it isn't exactly apealing.
We played this game called 'Team Ball' where you throw a ball around and try and score a goal. When someone tags you, you have to stop and throw it to a teammate. Well, they did Schoolyard picking. Four team captains picked people.
They didn't pick me at all. They picked the girl with a broken arm before me, even though she wasn't allowed to play. The coach had to assign me to a team, and I could see the 'ugh' look on their face.
I showed them all. I played defense, and I could catch the fastest girls in the class.
Of course, the prep/jock girls all gave me face-melting glares.
Yeah, I'll remember their names.
Be nice to the nerds, because one day, they'll be the CEO's and Presidents you're trying to get a job from. They'll remember you. And they won't exactly be thrilled and excited to hire you.
Yeah, I went there.
 AkieriN · Sat Dec 01, 2007 @ 12:31am · 0 Comments |
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