I got really mad in English just because I hate my teacher and she is really very unfair. She has been the only teacher thus far that I have hated with a passion. In Psychology, I scored the highest out of the whole class with a score of ninety-two on the last test. Go me. Um...In Calligraphy I have to work on a long piece, so I deliberately chose a poem by Robert Frost that has twenty lines when my teacher said that I should have something from twelve to fourteen lines. Seriously though, how can you possibly find something that small, yet that big that is any good. I am sure that there is something out there, but I wanted to do this poem, and I am going to do it, do nyah. Math was a snore as usual, and so was Physics today. I couldn't wait to leave, but then I had to go to Student Council. No one would be quiet, and we couldn't get through the agenda very quickly. It was really annoying. I left from there around three o'clock because I was sick of it.
Okay, so I was at the bus stop with Min and Jackie, and this girl from my psych class is there. She knows Min so they said hi and stuff, and then she looks at me and tells me I'm cute. At first, this did not have much impact on me at all. Okay, that is a nice comment for someone to tell me; everyone loves to hear that they're cute. I thought nothing of it. When we got off the bus some twenty minutes later, Jackie asked a question about the girl, and Min was telling us that she was a lesbian and all this other stuff that she does with girls. Don't get me wrong, if this girl has that lifestyle, then fine, but after that I found her comment to be a tad creepy. I wish Min had never had said anything. Maybe I am just looking into things a little more than I should, but it is still rather shocking, I suppose.
Thank goodness that my admirer was not in calligraphy today. I breathed a sigh of relief when I entered the room and he wasn't there. I could finally spend a day in peace without feeling someone's eyes upon me every few minutes. On the other hand, when we were on the bus, Jackie was talking about Antonio, and she seems to think that he has a crush on Katherine, this girl on the cross country team at our school. *grr* I don't know, but I hope not. Everyone sees him as being sort of odd, but I think that he is very sweet. Well, I am not going to persue anything anyway. You know how rumours get started anyhow. No use worrying, right?
Tonight I was talking with my parents at the table, and I asked them if they had talked about Spain yet. They said no, so I told them to talk, and they said they couldn't because they were kind of mad at each other. (Long story.) So, I tried to patch things up between them, and things were going okay, when my dad was criticizing my mediation skills. I don't know why this happened, but I started crying when he laughed at me. I guess he was just joking because he felt really bad afterwards, but I just started having tears drip down my face because I was upset. I didn't realize that I was so very sensitive, but I realized that I get very upset when people laugh at me. Especially when I am trying to do something and I can't do it well, or they laugh at my opinions. Ridicule and embarassment just make me cry. It is so very babyish, yeah, I know, but I can't help it. It is not very often that someone laughs at me for not being able to do something correctly or anything like that. Well, the only think that I can think of that may be good about it is that it will make him have some pity in his heart when he thinks about Spain. Sleezy, yes I know, but there are times when you have to resort to such things to get what you want. j/k
I have to go to bed now. It's taken me way too long to write this.