Hello people!
Today started off, well, pretty good. People seemed happy and I was sort of happy myself.
First hour - We got our test back and I got an A in English, and a D in Reading. Sequencing sucks really bad. It screws my grade up every time.
Second hour - ^-^ I forgot.
Third hour - We got assigned a French project, and each student was divided among 3 groups. The French teacher chose three people who can draw the best and guess what?! I was one of them!
Anyway, each group was assigned to draw two famous French architects. I have to draw the Eiffel Tower and some other thing. Lori and I are planning on making one of our models out of playing cards. Hopefully we can get that done soon because it's due next week. It's also a 100 point grade.
Fourth hour - Math test on the problems of the day. I want to thank my good luck charm for giving me good luck during the test. I solved every problem without skipping one. Thank you baby! ^-^
Fifth hour - Our teacher left because he had a death in the family, so we were assigned lots of work, and it was a outline which was hard. I couldn't find the answers and it sucked because we couldn't ask our partners for help. Whats the point of having partners if they can't help you?
Sixth hour - My retarded P.E. teacher made us play pass the ball. I hate that game so much. You just stand there in a big line while they pass a ball down it, and when they blow the whistle you have to dribble the ball all the way to the other side of the gym and try to make it in the net before the other team on the other side of the gym makes it. It's seriously gay and retarded because we aren't really doing much physical exercise.
Seventh hour - We watched a movie on the Acadian's, how great is that? The worst part of the movie was that it was so old that the people sounded like they had some sort of object stuck in their throat. I couldn't understand anything they were saying especially when they were talking in French.
BTW...I want to say that you were right Travis, I do let people walk all over me. All I can do is just sit there, helpless, and not do anything besides cry and hope that maybe one day I can change it all. Today was also my grandma's birthday, so we had to go to Ryan's. I asked Bryce if he wanted to come with us, and he wanted to know how long we would be over there. This is what happened. "Hey Dad? How long are we going to be at Ryan's?"
"I don't know, don't start with me." He yelled it, so it's worse than it seems. Michael looked at me, smiled, and then said, "I told you not to do anything to make them yell and look what you've done." He walked away and mumbled something, but I didn't catch it. When he was walking back into the kitchen and he was going to say something to me I just yelled out, "SHUT UP MICHAEL!" He had to respond by saying, "Don't yell at me!" So to cover up the tears I just gulped down my vitamin water. I get in trouble for so many things, but like my parents said, "You can't argue with a teenager because they never have a point to anything they say." Yeah fucking right. I always have a point and I know a lot of people who can prove that.
Then, my sister and Michael began yelling at me because I was trying to prove my point about how unnecessary it was for my dad to yell at me. So they both decided to tell me to shut up. Since I'm bipolar it's hard to try from getting mad or depressed at the same time. The worst part of it all was the fact that I couldn't go anywhere to let the tears out.
Thats was my day!
Today started off, well, pretty good. People seemed happy and I was sort of happy myself.
First hour - We got our test back and I got an A in English, and a D in Reading. Sequencing sucks really bad. It screws my grade up every time.
Second hour - ^-^ I forgot.
Third hour - We got assigned a French project, and each student was divided among 3 groups. The French teacher chose three people who can draw the best and guess what?! I was one of them!
Anyway, each group was assigned to draw two famous French architects. I have to draw the Eiffel Tower and some other thing. Lori and I are planning on making one of our models out of playing cards. Hopefully we can get that done soon because it's due next week. It's also a 100 point grade.
Fourth hour - Math test on the problems of the day. I want to thank my good luck charm for giving me good luck during the test. I solved every problem without skipping one. Thank you baby! ^-^
Fifth hour - Our teacher left because he had a death in the family, so we were assigned lots of work, and it was a outline which was hard. I couldn't find the answers and it sucked because we couldn't ask our partners for help. Whats the point of having partners if they can't help you?
Sixth hour - My retarded P.E. teacher made us play pass the ball. I hate that game so much. You just stand there in a big line while they pass a ball down it, and when they blow the whistle you have to dribble the ball all the way to the other side of the gym and try to make it in the net before the other team on the other side of the gym makes it. It's seriously gay and retarded because we aren't really doing much physical exercise.
Seventh hour - We watched a movie on the Acadian's, how great is that? The worst part of the movie was that it was so old that the people sounded like they had some sort of object stuck in their throat. I couldn't understand anything they were saying especially when they were talking in French.
BTW...I want to say that you were right Travis, I do let people walk all over me. All I can do is just sit there, helpless, and not do anything besides cry and hope that maybe one day I can change it all. Today was also my grandma's birthday, so we had to go to Ryan's. I asked Bryce if he wanted to come with us, and he wanted to know how long we would be over there. This is what happened. "Hey Dad? How long are we going to be at Ryan's?"
"I don't know, don't start with me." He yelled it, so it's worse than it seems. Michael looked at me, smiled, and then said, "I told you not to do anything to make them yell and look what you've done." He walked away and mumbled something, but I didn't catch it. When he was walking back into the kitchen and he was going to say something to me I just yelled out, "SHUT UP MICHAEL!" He had to respond by saying, "Don't yell at me!" So to cover up the tears I just gulped down my vitamin water. I get in trouble for so many things, but like my parents said, "You can't argue with a teenager because they never have a point to anything they say." Yeah fucking right. I always have a point and I know a lot of people who can prove that.
Then, my sister and Michael began yelling at me because I was trying to prove my point about how unnecessary it was for my dad to yell at me. So they both decided to tell me to shut up. Since I'm bipolar it's hard to try from getting mad or depressed at the same time. The worst part of it all was the fact that I couldn't go anywhere to let the tears out.
Thats was my day!
1 comment:
Baby, I didn't tell you that to show that I was right. I told you that to help you. Just bceause you realized that you let people do it doesen't mean they'l stop. You gotta work for it.
I love you baby!
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