Sophomore Year Struggles

Tuesday 7th November

Tuesday, 2 o' clock, Math Class

Writing in this journal because New Years Resolutions (mine were to start a journal) are kind of like my messed up menstrual cycle-always late. Anyway enough about Mother Nature's way of torturing us women once a month. TIM HEATHERFIELDS JUST SMILED AT ME. My heart and stomach can't keep up. Let me tell you something, the caterpillars have exited the building-welcome butterflies, have a pleasant stay. He is so beautiful like some sort of jock god, tanned, muscular, amazing bone structure, dreamy brown eyes and a smile that could model for dentists. So basically what I'm saying is Tim Heatherfields is a hot jock god who has my heart. I'm sitting behind him right now as the sun shines off his dark hair making it this beautiful sun dipped chocolate brown beauty. Damn his head is gorgeous. I just want to reach out an..

Still Tuesday, 2.17, Cubicle of Shame

Have you ever been publicly humiliated? Because it is a terrible thing, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy-which is Cindy Roberts since Tuesday last week when she kissed Tim at the Halloween Ball, as the great Shelly Cummings from A Cinderella Story once said, "loved the dress, hate her". Swiftly moving on to give you an explanation on as to why I didn't finish my math class entry and also why I'm sitting in the downstairs girls bathroom in the cubicle of shame (the third cubicle) instead of English. Well basically Mr. Hayes - formerly my 3rd favorite teacher, now my least favorite caught me writing in my journal during his long monotone explanation of the Pythagoras Theorem. (*Quick sidenote, I know it off by heart ( insert equation here) and that it's used to find a triangle's hypotenuse, so why act like I need to listen Mr Hayes?) He was obviously a bit butt hurt over his best student ( moi ) not listening and decided to ruin my chances of ever having a normal high school life- THANKS JERRY. So he came over to me, with his glasses near falling off, his face as red as an English bus and swiped my journal out of my hands. "What do you think you're doing Elizabeth?" he spat at me while his veins popped out of his forehead. "Sir, please call me Liz and I was just writing some notes out" I replied, my legs beating off my desk they were shaking so much. "Notes hmm? Let me share your top notch notes with the class then, you wrote a great deal by the looks of it!". My heart stopped, no please tell me this isn't real. I got up and tried to snatch the book back off him but instead tripped over my lemon detox water and ended up on the floor at Tim's feet. The worst place to be while my teacher read out my eulogy of love for him or as I previously stupidly described him the "hot jock god". Mr Hayes began reading and people were laughing mainly at my menstrual cycle comment but this soon turned to laughter at me when he read out the paragraph about Tim Heatherfields. My eyes didn't leave the ground once while he read this but at the end when the whole class had fallen silent and every eye in the room was on me, I looked up soon to be met with Tim's once dreamy and chocolate brown eyes but were now cold towards me and almost disgusted, and literally laughed and said "no offence Liz but I'm just not that into you I guess, by the way is this a new milestone - Tim Heatherfields finally talked to me?". "Screw you Tim" I replied heartbroken. "Oh I'd rather you didn't, this isn't an episode of I married my stalker" he said mockingly while fist-pumping his best friend Jake Jenkins. I got up and quickly grabbed my bag, took my journal off the smug Mr Hayes and ran out of the room with bright red, tear stained cheeks. I am popular in school but not jock or cheerleader popular, I'm pretty, funny, smart ( I'm honestly not vain by the way) and I'm just known I guess. I'm like Regina George but I haven't slept around as much and I'm a hell of a lot nicer than her. So basically what I'm saying is Tim Heatherfields go f*ck yourself you inconsiderate tool, you should be grateful I even like you. Also you will pay for making firstly my eyeliner and mascara I perfectly put on this morning run and also for making me look like a freak and breaking my heart in front of my whole math class- and Mr Hayes. Watch out Tim because me and my girls are coming for you and we won't go down without a fight.