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Today was a pretty bad day. Ok ,nevermind, everyday
is pretty bad after we moved to Texas. Well yeah. Waking up
today was pretty hard. Nah, it's just like any other day. I
was pretty angry though. Since my brother and I talked a lot
last night, I didn't sleep as well as I should have. I woke
up and looked at the windows, checking to see if it was
almost time to wake up. It looked like it wasn't because it
was still pretty dark outside. I looked at my watch and
guess what, it was time to get ready to go to school. I was
reciting in my head, "If she wakes me up now, I will get
angry." Apparently I never really get angry at such
situations. The wind outside this morning was good. It
wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot either. A good wind. The wait
for the bus was short, as usual. That guy-I still don't know
his name- sat next to me again and we talked I guess. Not a
long conversation. I still act as if we're strangers to each
other, and it's true, we're strangers. I listened to my iPod
the whole time. Ohio is for Lovers by Hawthorne Heights is
an awesome song. I was singing the chorus all day.

Once I got into the classroom, Collins and that other black
guy-I don't know it's name, but I don't like him- were
already on their computers playing with some speech program.
It wasn't funny, but everybody else was laughing. The
teacher wasn't their yet-I will not write the names of the
teachers here because I despise them too much- but the door
was open. Class was okay. We had a make-up quiz type of
thing on Sketchpad. Pretty easy; I aced it like always.
Hahaha, like always. LOL I am so dumber than that. Shouldn't
act so high and mighty, I guess. I learned that we had to
put the right questions in the right blanks when submitting
homework. As in number 3 in the book should go to number 3
on the submitting homework site. The girl sitting next to
me-I will also not mention her name even though she is not
hated, she is more like my only friend when I go to that
class- was working on an essay about the Berlin Meeting. I'm
not sure if that's correct. It was to be ten pages written.
She typed slow, and it was due today, so I'm not sure she
made it. Waiting for the bus was the worst. I hate just
standing there, while everybody else has fun talking and
laughing. The bus came early today so my torture was
stopped. The bus rides are always fun. There was no window
open and I'm too afraid to open one myself. Depressing,
right? Not brave enough to open a window. Listening to my
music is fun. I sang after the Holub kids went away. I think
they don't even know I'm there. It's either that or
I'm just
invisible. It's painful, ya know. Standing there, but not
being recognized as a person. The Olle kids don't notice me
either, but there's only three of them. Either way, I sat on
the bus and waited for it alone, talking to no one.

I got to Olle early today. I got the pass and put my things
in my locker. Took me about two times to get it open. I've
been getting better at this. Helping the Registrar is so
easy. I went around asking the teachers to sign the
withdrawal forms. I went back to the registrar to show her
my completed work. She had been mistaken, saying that the
middle school would accept a report card. I had to go to all
the teachers again and ask for the grades. I said I had to
go, but I didn't get a chance. More like I delayed the work.

Second period was absolutely boring. All we did was work on
our powerpoints. I finished. It's nothing special, not like
that one I did on Joan of Arc in Fairchild's Computer class.

Third was also suckish. We did our work. The kids in that
class annoy the hell out of me. Turned in my work, it was easy.

Fourth, fifth, and sixth aren't important enough to mention.

In seventh, we had a sub. I was so happy because I hate the
teacher. It was easy, writing the rought draft out. Mine was
so good that the sub read it in front of the entire class. I
kept denying it. The conversations were funny, made me
half-laugh. I only laughed and smiled cause everybody else
was doing it. Ya know, if I don't do that, people'll
probably think I was depressed, retarded, or needed help.

Yeah, a pretty boring day. Even though there's a lot
written, it was a bad day.