I shouldn't have to hit you with a piece of cloth for you to know your place

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She's so pretty. Pretty like white mums.

This morning, I straightened my hair for a little science experiment. Oh. My. Fucking. God. These results were weird.

At the beginning of the day, during my study hall that I go into band for, Mrs. Netta immediately noticed that my hair was DOWN but not straightened. I proceeded to tell her that I alternate between putting my hair in a hat and wearing it down every other day because I'm not allowed to wear a hat during choir. During science, Taylem talked to me. She doesn't talk to me. She commented on my pants and we talked the entire class.

The day seemed like it would only go up from there, but I was wrong. Alex was mean to me in volleyball again, which ended in me 'hitting' him. I think that the reason he went that far, though, was partially because my hat was off. I'm less intimidating with my hat off.

While I was walking into my math class, the teacher said hi and smiled at me. She even said my name when she greeted me. It was actually crazy. When I was doing my math Cam-who was many feet away-told me the answers to two of the questions without me even looking in his general direction.

For homework we were doing a Quizizz and we could keep going until we got all of them right, so I re-did mind in ELA. I was on the second problem when Colton came over and gave me the answer to the one I was on. He then, proceeded to give me every other answer as well. I asked him why he was helping me-I don't like when people help me-and he said because he was bored.

Actually, I forgot about this, too, but even before school, I walked over two some of my friends and Gyattvincale looked at me, looked away, realized something was different, looked back, couldn't figure out what it was, and then got really confused.

So, this either goes to show, people are shallow and appearances matter, or I just had a good-ish day and I'm reading too far into it.

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