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rubahOh screw the world.
So goeth my last day of school this week. I so can't wait until tomorrow, for this frickin' day to be over.
Anyways, so Ashley gave us colorful index cards to rewrite our bus seating chart yesterday? I spend a long while on mine and finally get it finished about five minutes after the bus leaves the school. This morning, I get on, and it is freaking defaced. Like someone with very wet shoes took it off, stomped on it, smashed it around on the floor and all crap. According to Jackylin, Josh did it, but meh, he didn't ride either morning or afternoon today.
Next, it's snowing outside as we go to band sixth hour. So what? It's snowing. Well, in band, we end up not playing, and so I'm sitting next to Zach and Rachel. This new girl, Amy is sitting on Rachel's other side with Jesse and Jonathon and Tim. She has this yellow balloon, and throws it on the floor. I reach back to pick it up, and she frickin' steps on my hand. Tore the skin and left it rather immobile for like five minutes. So what. I can handle that. I barely start crying even.
Last hour, English, I plan on looking over my notes right before class, but no, we're late getting there, and by the time David and I get to class, Mrs. Fields is already taking up study guides, so I have about a minute to look at my notes. Then she passes out the test, I look at the first four questions, and realize that I am probably screwed. Cry, and work to make sure none of the tears get on the paper at least. Make it through the rest of the test, get writers' cramp on the four open response questions, get done with about ten minutes left for the bell.
Anyways, head back out into the bitter cold with Sarah, Kayla, and Samantha like usual. Bus isn't here, and my hand is immensely cold from carrying my stuff, so when we get to where our bus parks, I drop my stuff until we see them coming behind the trees. Get on, Will starts defending himself about the name card thing. Gets his and Melvin's and Josh's and Roberts' as well, and rubs them in the floor. After Sarah gets off, Anthony takes the old regular white one I had saved from Robert throwing away yesterday and forgotten to take out of my binder and had a few minutes before replaced on its place above my seat.
He then refuses to give it back, and starts to mess it up as well. I hit him over the head hard a few times, and he still persists, and counters my verbal attacks by threatening to just tell the bus driver that I hit him and have me thrown off the bus. The freaking bus I've ridden since I was five and have been in no trouble ever on.
I give up, and sit back in my seat, crying again, trying to ignore them talking, assumably about me, and notice that Anthony had put it back. I wait until we're on the hill right before my house, then take both it and the other blue one down, and rip them both up, ignoring all the pieces that drop. Then, after picking up my stuff to get off, I throw the pieces at Anthony, hear him say "oh, that *Really* hurt." and apologize to Brother Kevin (bus driver) about the pieces in the back of the bus.
So now, I get online, hoping to maybe have a nice end to the evening, and here I find yoga's been on again. Hasn't replied to my email (again:/) and hasn't even let me know he's freaking alive.
>.
So goeth my last day of school this week. I so can't wait until tomorrow, for this frickin' day to be over.
Anyways, so Ashley gave us colorful index cards to rewrite our bus seating chart yesterday? I spend a long while on mine and finally get it finished about five minutes after the bus leaves the school. This morning, I get on, and it is freaking defaced. Like someone with very wet shoes took it off, stomped on it, smashed it around on the floor and all crap. According to Jackylin, Josh did it, but meh, he didn't ride either morning or afternoon today.
Next, it's snowing outside as we go to band sixth hour. So what? It's snowing. Well, in band, we end up not playing, and so I'm sitting next to Zach and Rachel. This new girl, Amy is sitting on Rachel's other side with Jesse and Jonathon and Tim. She has this yellow balloon, and throws it on the floor. I reach back to pick it up, and she frickin' steps on my hand. Tore the skin and left it rather immobile for like five minutes. So what. I can handle that. I barely start crying even.
Last hour, English, I plan on looking over my notes right before class, but no, we're late getting there, and by the time David and I get to class, Mrs. Fields is already taking up study guides, so I have about a minute to look at my notes. Then she passes out the test, I look at the first four questions, and realize that I am probably screwed. Cry, and work to make sure none of the tears get on the paper at least. Make it through the rest of the test, get writers' cramp on the four open response questions, get done with about ten minutes left for the bell.
Anyways, head back out into the bitter cold with Sarah, Kayla, and Samantha like usual. Bus isn't here, and my hand is immensely cold from carrying my stuff, so when we get to where our bus parks, I drop my stuff until we see them coming behind the trees. Get on, Will starts defending himself about the name card thing. Gets his and Melvin's and Josh's and Roberts' as well, and rubs them in the floor. After Sarah gets off, Anthony takes the old regular white one I had saved from Robert throwing away yesterday and forgotten to take out of my binder and had a few minutes before replaced on its place above my seat.
He then refuses to give it back, and starts to mess it up as well. I hit him over the head hard a few times, and he still persists, and counters my verbal attacks by threatening to just tell the bus driver that I hit him and have me thrown off the bus. The freaking bus I've ridden since I was five and have been in no trouble ever on.
I give up, and sit back in my seat, crying again, trying to ignore them talking, assumably about me, and notice that Anthony had put it back. I wait until we're on the hill right before my house, then take both it and the other blue one down, and rip them both up, ignoring all the pieces that drop. Then, after picking up my stuff to get off, I throw the pieces at Anthony, hear him say "oh, that *Really* hurt." and apologize to Brother Kevin (bus driver) about the pieces in the back of the bus.
So now, I get online, hoping to maybe have a nice end to the evening, and here I find yoga's been on again. Hasn't replied to my email (again:/) and hasn't even let me know he's freaking alive.
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Re: I hate people like that
Date: 2003-01-16 04:19 pm (UTC)