Right now I am so tired everything is just kind of spinning. I have to write this fast. Friday night is my night to just crash, but I have been kept awake because we went to visit Cyndi tonight. She got a new pet, and it's this little Boston Terrier. At first I thought that it was really scary, and actually I still think that it is. We had a nice little dinner though, and milk and tea and biscotti after dinner. I was just getting so tired after a while though that I wanted to get home. When I came home I came to the computer table and found a little note attached to my MCAS scored with a comic. There was this little boy carrying home a backpack with a bunch of books, and he was imagining that he had a tombstone that said he had died from too much homework. I thought it was funny. My dad left it there for me. The MCAS are these tests that we take during tenth grade that measure skills in English, Math and Science by having the students answer essay questions and do a few multiple choice. I scored the highest I could in English and Science with Advanced, and I got one step down, Proficient, in Math. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.
I have just gotten more stuff thrown at me at school for no reason at all. More projects and stuff. I have an oral presentation project for History, and I do not lie when I say I totally SUCK at oral presentation. For a prime example, today in Spanish we were having a fashion show. I simply had to read a description of what Kathleen was wearing while she walked along a line in the classroom. Everyone laughed at one of the words I said because it sounded weird, so I started to laugh because I was nervous. Then I couldn't stop, and I just kept laughing, laughing, and then the words were coming out all garbled and messed up. I just hope that I do a better job in History. It was so embarrassing; I hate any kind of presentation in front of the class. That is one of the things that I hope people forget really quickly.
I am worried about Guillermo lately. I think he is up to more than I figured with his spare time. I am not sure, but once I have a bit more evidence I am going to ask him about it. He has sort of distanced himself from me, and I am really upset about that, because that's never how we used to be. I don't want to go back to the way things were. He better change, and he better do it fast.
I have come to the conclusion lately that just like in the way that you can't make someone love you, you can't tell them what to do either. People are just going to do whatever they damn well please, even if you tell them the right thing to do, and what is best with them. They have to wait until they get screwed to realize that you were right all along and that they should have listened to you. I have come up with this problem four times in the past two days. The junior class will not stop with this drugs; that is inevitable. Hai Hung keeps missing school despite Min's advice for her to just come for once and stop cutting out so much. Guillermo obviously doesn't know what's good for him, and he's going to kill himself one of these days. Lastly, Kerri doesn't understand that Thompson is leading her on a string just to mess with her mind. All of these people have been told what they should do, and what is the right thing, but do any of them listen? No, they don't becasue they don't care, and they don't want to. They have some stupid idea that what they chose will work out in some magical way and their life will be all nice and neat, just like it was before. How can you make people see?