Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Knife, and other strange spellings
Urgh. I hate my life. I honestly hate it. I have so much work this year, and I feel like an idiot for some of the things I've done, and there's people I don't want to see that I have to continually see at school, and teachers I despise with a passion, and laziness, and more schoolwork.

And there's a lot more. And it's so hard to deal with it all that I feel like I've just completely shut myself down. I feel like I've completely stopped feeling normal emotions just so that I won't feel the fullness of the stress that I normally would.

Forget it. I'll talk to someone later, and go on to something else now.


Two minutes before school ended, the fire alarm went off. It was, of course, due to the construction on our school. There's been construction since the year before my freshman year of 2003-2004, and the bells will always go off, but they usually tell the people in the building. This time they didn't. All the teachers were freaking out and stuff, and wouldn't let anyone in the building. I tried to go back in to get my coat and stuff so I could leave (the whole thing lasted like... 10 minutes!) but someone caught me, and started SHRIEKING at me to get outside, so I ran away from them and went outside. What a cranky bitch.

My friend's locker was on the way out, but teachers were shrieking at her too, so she had to go outside in the below freezing weather in a T-shirt! It was only when another teacher felt sorry and concerned about her getting a cold, that she let my friend go back inside the "burning building" to get her coat, and by then, the principal had made an announcement about it all.

Outside the second time, I saw a bunch of boys banging on the door. On the other side was our assistant principal that used to be a guidance counselor at the middle school, and my mom knows him, so he knows me. So I went over to the boys and asked him to open up. Sure enough he did. And then I asked him what the cause was, and he said it was just construction and stuff.

The whole thing was absolutely fucking retarded. RETARDED. And a waste of my time. They honestly need to tell everyone when they're working on the fire alarms because they've done this before, and it's starting to piss me off.

The rest of my day was fine because I went on a field trip to Drew University in Madison, NJ for a social studies thing. (We met with a professor/expert on Woodrow WIlson, and we discussed a bunch of documents he had given to us, through our teachers, to read.) So a bad ending to a good day.