I was trying to end this school year on a good note with no hard feelings with anyone, but I now know there is no hope for this. I don't get it. I've been basically passive and quiet all year long and didn't raise my voice in any class other than journalism. After all that, is it actually possible that anyone could dislike me? I know, it seems impossible, but still. I guess it's true that some people are just naturally born idiots. And if ever you encounter one of these idiots, just keep reading their blog, and if they want to hide behind a bookcase in 8th period English class, let them. Anyway, enough self-pity.
So yeah, the bookcase reference. That happened today. I had missed a quiz in my 2nd period english class and snyder wouldn't let me make it up, even though I had told her I would be gone that day before I left and she said I would be able to make it up. I then asked if I could take it in 8th period and she said no because there were no desks open. So I decided to sneak into 8th period anyway and hide behind a little bookcase. So I was sitting all curled up on the hard tile floor for the majority of the period waiting for her to give the quiz. She never did. So that sucked. At the end of the period I simply got up from my hiding place and walked out. At that point I had the strenuous task in front of me to explain the 8th period why I was there. I couldn't bear those accusing faces looking at me.
"Why are you here, Mat6t?" one said.
"Aren't you supposed to be in seminary?" said another.
"Mat6t, you're so stupid. Why do you always come to our class?!" said another.
"I hate you and you smell bad and you're a big idiot!"
Well, that last one I said to Ms. Snyder. Actually I just would've liked to have said it to her. And I would've if I weren't so tired this morning. See, I'm holding myself back all the time. Doesn't all that repression and anger-bottling deserve more than a C? I'm glad I stole all those Prentice Hall Literature books. Wait, I gave those back. Crap!