An LGBT diary.

August 26th, 2013~

Thank you guys, and Amber. c:

Today was pretty nice. It definitely wasn't as terrible as I imagined.. And I actually didn't have ANY panic attacks! YAY! And in order for you guys to understand, all throughout middle school I rode the bus with this girl named Diana, her older brother (Jason) is in high school, so rides the bus also, and so does his best friend (Evan). I'm  friends with all three of them. At first I just followed the boys out of the bus, and they both walked up to their girlfriends. I've known Evans girlfriend for a few years, but just today I met Jason's. Her name is Jesse, and I can tell she is already a best friend. Jesse is just beginning her sophomore year, and we were walking together. Immediately she introduced herself as Gender Neutral, which really made me leap for joy! I didn't come out to her as Transgender yet, but I can tell when I do, she'll be very accepting. Jesse also invited me to an after school club called the Gay Straight Alliance.

Because my schedule had accidentally gone through the washing machine, I had no clue what my homeroom was, and therefore got to spend about an hour with Jesse watching a movie until they found everyone's schedule. We mainly talked about what our homes looked like, the type of clothes we wore (we both wear mens clothes) and how we dye/bleach our hair. She will definitely be a keeper of a friend. From all of this, I missed Homeroom but got to my other four classes. PE will obviously be a pain. It's my least favorite class, and this is a must-do thing. We have to dress down everyday and have some sort of exam every single Wednesday. Push ups, Running, etc. Another thing is every nine weeks, we're only allowed three absences. Which will be a difficulty. Last year altogether I skipped about fifty days.

Math came right after that, this one is a little on the lesser side of fun. The lady spoke very silent, like everything was one sentence which she tended to ramble, and she was very monotone. It's really easy math, but I'll never be able to pay attention. She almost made me fall asleep right then. The class after is called Success 101, which ended up being in the Chorus ROOM, but not about singing at all. It's a new thing about picking and choosing colleges, practicing your memory, basically an altogether inspiration class to work hard. The teacher was really funny and probably my favorite.

For the last of the day, I had my favorite subject, English. The teacher definitely threw it off for me a little, which is sort of sad. She's really a compulsive liar, and slightly racist. The type of teacher that's a real try hard. Also, no offense to ANYONE at all, I'm just not religious, but she was REALLY shoving God every which way she could. She was talking about how we needed to finish school, do our homework, all of our classwork, because God made us to. It was really annoying. She then got into racism, talking about back when Black people were still slaves, and that we should never, ever judge someone by how they look. Everything she said about it related to I being transgender. Saying it's about the heart, about what's on the inside. What bothered me the most was she was talking about people accepting everyone for who they are, not what they look like. Race, weight, height, tattoos, hair, ect. But she didn't say one thing about standing up for the LGBT community and I could tell if it was brought up, she'd bite back all of her words and be a hypocrite.

The compulsive liar part, I'm really serious about. She was talking about how Martin Luther King himself got her out of jail, about how she's seen kids get killed in her classroom, about going to prison. None of it was true. She was just trying to be impressive. It was bothersome, and I hope it doesn't room my favorite class.

After fourth period, all we do is wait outside for the buses. It was really amazing to hang out with my friends. Then I saw all the ones that went into high school when I moved two years ago, and I never got to say bye. About eight or nine people literally tackled me. And they started singing "Hey Mickey your so fine," which was hilarious.. (Mickey is my birth name) I love them all so much and I can tell that this will e a great year. Everything was honestly perfect until I got home.

This part may seem drama filled, but I just got home about 40 minutes ago, and my mom is reall, really drunk outside with her friend, and it just bothered me. It's my first day and she just doesn't care. She started asking questions, but whenever I answered she just inturrupted and made it her own thing.. Like the first thing out of her mouth after I said "I made a new friend today," was "GROSS! So are you pregnant? Did you fuck him in the bathroom or something? Was it a N*****? We better go get you tested.." And that went on for about fifteen minutes until she finally got a breath an I could pipe in and say "No, she's a girl.." But again.. she went on with "THAT'S EVEN MORE DISGUSTING!" Then "Can you believe my daughter is a faggot? So what, did you fuck HER?" And just continued on and on with it. But obviously she won't let me, or ask about my first day. So I just walked away and came in here.

Other than coming home, my day really was fantastic. I hope it stays this way. I like school.