I woke up today with the intention of this being a good day, I have been mistaken, horribly mistaken.
I could write about it, or I could write total lies. Lying is a bad thing.
It began well, like all of my days do, but I got to school and that's how it went all bad. I had no problem till I was moving my phone to another pocket because it was uncomfortable to have it in one because of my arm and I checked the time and I remember someone cracking a joke and everyone continued to laugh and I looked up and Mr.A was looking at me and I don't know why and he said "What wasn't funny was that your phone was out, don't let me see it again or it's gone." Then I felt bad for the rest of the period because he can really make people feel that way, don't get me wrong, but he does it to teach a lesson.
I didn't have get my Econ text book after Jazz so I went to class without it, that didn't bother me, but we had a Councillor come in to talk to us about colleges and I received my transcript and I had no problem with that or the fact that I now had a different Councillor, for the 4th time. I've had a different councillors every year of high school. What did get to me was the whole signing up for colleges, which has been a worry for a while, but it came up again and now I know all of the deadlines and I have to sign up to take the SAT and ACT and it just makes everything more harder and I need to audition for colleges and I need ot get music ready for that it's overwhelming.
Wind Ensemble, the music class that is my focus, the class that I work hard for, but you'd think that it would lift my spirits, but no. We had a song taken from us because percussion can't count and that they won't practice, but to add insult to injury, he took away drumline too. My day was even more ruined. Then we played Shenandoah the best we've played it and it felt good to play it so well. The rest of the class just went by averagely. Now there's talk of quitting from a percussionist.
French class, the highlight of my educational experience of the day. We danced to disco that my teacher put on and we had to mimic her. That and I ate a lot of Cranberries.
Lunch was food. I had a test to do for Peer Mediators.
I fell asleep in English, I think. It was more like I sat there and I felt miles away from my body in a sea of black. When I came back everyone was getting up and staring at me. We were switching seats.I felt increibly embarrassed. Class then ended.
I arrived home and on the way I ran into my apprentice who lives around the corner from me. How odd. I then arrived home, to find no one was there. I thought I had I french homework, but I don't have that sadly enough. It's been boring, incredibly boring. Then my Mom arrived home and I had to put a sink full of tomatoes into bags for freezing and when I went to go answer the phone I stepped on a screw and I think my limp is back and my mom was just frustrated with it all. It's nice when your family cares about your well being. Now I have a cut on my finger. Great.
There, I'm done complaining, time to be happy.
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