It’s awkward typing a sad post while listening to the Benny Hill Yakety Sax theme.
In any case, since this school year, my junior year started on August 27, the following has happened:
The death of a long friendship. I was friends with B for a long time, through Hell and Heaven, thick and thin. In the course of a week, we go from best buddies to hardly knowing each other. All because he prefers his band friends over someone who was more loyal to him than he ever knew (He screwed me over even when I stuck with him. I could go on for hours over it, though I prefer not to). In some ways a good thing, since I’m not dependant on him anymore. Still doesn’t help that this means I have no friends whatsoever at my school.
Dropping of AP US History. I was using some technique called affirmations to pass the first test. It’s where you write “I, TMWTGG, will get/do/accomplish whatever”. Not only did I flunk the test, but I end up dropping AP US History due to the immense workload.
The wonderful experience of a suicidal depression brought to me by a drug prescribed to me for anger issues. Turns out, it’s for epilepsy. I AM NOT A FUCKING EPILEPTIC! I HAVE ANGER ISSUES! EPILEPSY MEDICINES GO TO PEOPLE WITH EPILEPSY, NOT ANGRY PEOPLE YOU COCKWAFFLES!!! RARRR ME SO FUCKING MAD!!! ROARRRRR!! It was not a fun experience, trying to stop myself from swerving into the oncoming traffic lane and smashing head-on into a dump truck while driving to and from school.
Constant harrassment from a bunch of idiots. So after B and his band geek friends excommunicated me from his table at lunch, I end up sitting with some soccer players. They are nice at first, but it becomes apparent that they are immature morons. Also, they start harrassing me in the halls. I finally stop eating with them, and go for some preps. The preps are nice, except for one weirdo, who I got to stop being weird by sitting somewhere else one day. If I ran the school, I would give kids the option of not having a lunch break, instead having 8 classes a day. Then again, if I ran the school I would expel everyone except me and a few people I can stand.
The class from Hell. I am currently in Spanish II. It is incredibly hard. I hate it, and look forward to when it ends and it’s time for Study Hall. It’s weird, because my teacher kicks ass, but the students are all complete morons. The combined IQ of the class excluding me is around the same as the average temperature in the room.
About a half-dozen sick days due to stomach illnesses. Including a bad cold. That’s all I fucking needed.
All that in just 44 days. And to think it’s only October.
groan It’s going to be a long year.