Boy, oh, boy. I'm having a hellish week. Where should I start?
Well, first let me explain where I go to school. I go to a private school in Washington D.C. It's called Parkmont. It's on 16th Street and Blagden Avenue on the corner, if any of you know where that is. And are school opens at 8:30. But, sometimes me and a few other people get there earlier, like at 7:15 because of our commute. So anyway, me and two friends, whenever we go upstairs in the morning, we get told off by our teacher Mr. Landes for being too loud. And he always JUST tell us. NO ONE ELSE. JUST us.
But, this morning was different. This morning we followed my friend Jatna upstairs to her locker so she could get something. Meanwhile, these two kids named Donald and Isaac are running around right next to the teachers office knocking chairs over, being really loud, and just making alot of noise. So, as usual, Mr. Landes comes out and kicks us out from upstairs. And the three of us (Me, my friend Martin, and my friend Jatna) hate him very much. So, I get fed up with him and say, "Well why don't you tell them to be quiet? There making more noise than we are, and we're actually being quiet for once." And he just looks at them for a moment and turns back to us saying he's never had any problems anymore. Completely ignores the fact that I'm right.
So, since Jatna was getting something from her locker, she could stay up, but me and Martin had to go downstairs. And I mutter, "Asshole," under my breath.
Unfortuanetly, Mr. Landes heard me and he sent me to the office. So, I sit there for about 15 minutes, and then Mr. Landes comes in says that the Principal wants to see me.
So I go downstairs to where his office is to see him.
Now keep in mind, that our Principal is this 55 year old man, that has sort of this presence that demands respect. Like have you ever been so terrified of someone, because they basically hold your education in your hands? (He's the principal. He can expell me.) And plus, he likes to instill fear in everyone.
So anyway, I go into his office, close the door behind me, and he asks me: "Did you just call Mr. Landes an asshole?"
And, I say: "Not directly," because I DIDN'T say it directly.
And he just goes on, about how he's been called an asshole directly and indirectly millions of times, and then he stupidly asks me: "How can you call you teacher an asshole INDIRECTLY?" when he just explained the many of ways of doing so.
And me, being scared out of my mind, because I think I'm gonna be suspended can't answer. I was literally scared stiff. So, taking a shortcut through another short lecture, he gives me five hours of community service, AND because I was rude to a teacher, I get to sit in the cold before school, for the days I get to Parkmont before school opens. Everyone else gets to go inside.
Oh yea, I asked him if the five hours of community service would be taken up during internship hours. Internship is this thing where you go to a real job, but it's for school credit. It's complicated and hard to explain, and it ultimately doesn't matter. And he said no. So now, with 5 hours of community service, with me having to make it up at school, CLEANING the school, I won't be able to finish it before break, and my grades will be late.
Fast forwarding to today, we had JUST barely scraped by a group project, and I was ultimately responsible for the end result. It was a movie project where we had to make a movie, and I was the director, and no one was listening to me. So, we had just barely scraped by, it's hot in the room, and the cracker of all annoying and rude crackers in there. And Illya has no minutes to make up, even though he's late everyday, and I have ten to make up, because today was the first day I was ever late for math.
So I burst out: "What?! HE has NO LATE minutes? Do you know how many DAYS he is late?" This is me bursting out to a teacher.
And Illya goes: "Do you know how many stupid things you say in math, you idiot?" JUST to provoke me.
And even though it's true, I'm in a bad mood, and very uncomfortable, because it's hot, so I respond: "Do you how HARD I should beat you in the FACE?"
And my teacher, Ms. Rienhard gets pissed off at me, and said that was none of my buisness, and it WAS! He provoked me, and I responded. And I'm trying to tell my teacher this, and she keeps cutting me off. So I lose my temper, and say: "GODDAMNIT Ms. Rienhard." And I get sent home. So here I am, sitting in my mom's office, waiting for my mom to show up, because she's not here and hasn't gotten the message sent by the school on her cellphone, typing this to all of you.
Hell of a week, huh? Sorry if this is incredibly long.
Thanx for reading
Sephistrife15
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