Alright today is the day where I complain about the two or three weeks I've been in school so get ready.
Really, I mean it. I have a lot to complain about. (not really)
(Well, maybe)
School for me has basically been a freaking great damn rollercoaster. Note my sarcasm. If you haven't noticed my sarcasm yet, I just...don't know what to say.
Anyways.
First thing we need to note is this is my sophomore year and I've gone from little itty bitty ninth grade to fucking thousands of bitchy teenagers in the 10-12 building. I'll explain a little more since some schools are probably set up differently than mine. In my school, they have a ninth grade center for all the annoying little freshman so they are all sheltered and safe and then they have 10-12 building for the big girls and boys. WOOOO.
Alright then...my school is like...3rd in the state of Georgia (I'm pretty sure) so my school is pretty damn bomb. I love my school and I have no problems sharing that.
Anyways that was kinda off topic.
So my first week of school was kinda a reminiscing stage for me because I had classes in the 10-12 building in my freshman year. I also started out playing basketball (my favorite sport) my freshman year, but since my father doesn't give a fuck about my success in life and doesn't give a fuck about me he wouldn't let me play. So therefore every time I see one of the players or a picture of the team OR the court I used to play on I get a little emotional.
Well, not a little, a lot of emotional.
If that even makes sense.
I'm going to explain a little about that because today is a day to complain about my life because I feel really emotional.
Sports is the only thing I'm really good at. All my life I've been athletic and if I could go back I would have dedicated my whole life to sports and my education of course which I've always poured my soul into. But like my little brother and my older sister, I wasn't blessed with the ability to sing. So all I have is athletics. And if you are an athletic person and you love sports you'd understand how angry, frustrated, and sad I am that I can't do what I do best. Pretty much if you teach me any sport I'll be good at it. I'm not the type to not put my heart and soul into something, but clearly that's not something family members understand especially my parents.
So this has really weighed down on me. If I could have played basketball I would have been great and better than any of the other girls on the team. I'm not saying that to be cocky, I'm saying that because I know it. I'm not the type of girl to be cocky. If you meet me and get to know me you'll get to know a nice person because I'm nice. I am sarcastic and if you do me wrong I will have an extremely hard time forgiving and forgetting what you did. But I'm extremely nice.
Why do I keep getting off topic?
Damn, anywho.
So...
1. Ball is life.
2. School is life.
And yeah. Still more to come.
My first week (or three days) of school was great. Amazing even.
My teachers were great.
I have
Business and Technology
Analytical Geometry Honors
Spanish Honors I
American Government/Civics Honors
My Spanish got changed the next week. To a different teacher I've learned to like. She's really great.
My lunch also changed, so I wasn't with my darling AngieRawermour which sucks because that's the only time I got to see her. I have only a few best friends like her. She's the type of person I live for and I have few of those. If she wasn't one of the people in my life and if I didn't strive to want to help people in my life right now I think I would have killed myself. Not only because of things I wasn't able to do, but also because of my family issues.
