An LGBT diary.

August 27th, 2013~

Today was mostly nice, but during the end I kind of started feeling depressed. This morning I woke up late, and so was in a big hurry. I felt sort of gross because I dyed my hair recently, and therefore wasn't supposed to wash it for three days. Finally got my shower this evening though.

So, starting with this morning, I found my homeroom. It was interesting. My teachers name in this class is Mrs. Gilbert. She seems really nice, and funny too. She gave me a lot of papers my mom needs to sign. One is a free-lunch thing, but the teacher had said whether or not we need it we still need to fill it out so she has information. My mom refuses to sign anything on it, she's paranoid that the teacher is trying to get her income or something like that. I also got a locker today. We can't use them yet, but we still figured out which was ours.

Next, of course was PE, but there isn't much to say. In this class I found out my old friend Josh was there also. Every time I skipped PE last year, I'd always sit on the bleachers and talk or fall asleep on him. He's definitely someone I missed. All we did today was sit and wait for the Coaches to call our names, to go check and see if our combinations for gym lockers work, so it was basically free time. When Josh had to leave, I pretty much had a small wrestling match with Curtis. It was all fun until I accidentally hit him in the manly man parts with his drumstick. Someone I don't believe I've introduced you to was Jake. He's this insane, redneck, ginger, freckle-all over, green eyed, hair-to-shoulder kid that is a close friend of mine. We also messed around in class. It was mainly him, Ashley and I trying to open a really, really tight coke bottle. All of us skinned our palms until I finally used my teeth.

Second period of course is Math, which still isn't my favorite subject, but it was pretty easy today. I understood it all, followed along and did the problems myself. I still copied my friends homework for tonight, but regardless, I feel kind of smart. Nothing really eventful happened.

Third I had Success, and Mr. Jarrell is still one of my favorite teachers. He was pretty funny. All we did today was interview the person sitting next to us, asking thirteen questions. We had to get up in front of the class and introduce the person we talked to. My partners name is Colby. I've known him since sixth grade, and he gets picked on a lot. I made the mistake of asking his view on equal rights, and he replied with a religion involved answer that kind of made me grumpy, but I brushed it off. Lunch was fine, I actually ate today and for high school, it wasn't too bad.

My fourth and final class was again English, but the teacher is still off a bit.. Today, she still brought up the whole race card. She spoke about Trayvon Martin a lot, and saying all black and Mexican people have it hard, etc. I'm not racist at all, but she really had no consideration for the Caucasian kids in our class. BUT, AND PLEASE TAKE WHAT I SAY SERIOUSLY, I apologize for the things I said about yesterday. She wasn't as much as a liar as I said, though I still don't believe some things, and she is also very sweet. Today she brought up being kind to Lesbians and Gays as well, which cheered me up a little, because she didn't yesterday when she was talking about loving everyone. I'm deeply sorry, Mrs. Kirkley. Even though you're not reading this. I judged, like she was telling us not to. I like that she's being loving and all, not giving us any work the first week of school, but I'm very sorry for judging. I feel terribly guilty. This was the part where the depression kicked in. We were supposed to write a poem about ourselves, and she also gave us this sheet that had a word, with a thermometer looking thing next to it. We were supposed to fill out the thermometer for the amount the word upsets us.

For example, there would be a little cartoon of a cloud and lighting, under it would say "Thunderstorms," and to the left of the picture is a thermometer that we filled as high as we thought we needed to.

Both of my papers were done, and they depressed me, so I didn't put my name on or turn in my pages.

When I went outside to wait, my friends cheered me up right away. I got about two thousand hugs from the people I love. Which reminds me, I still have to introduce you to some people. Yesterday, at the end of the day, I met a boy named Thomas. I think he's a sophomore, and he's Gay. Also, the main friends that I mentioned went into high school before I said bye, are Hunter, Chris and Jayla. They're some of my favorite people.

I don't remember if I mentioned DJ or not yet, but we were best friends through eighth grade. We don't have any classes together, but we hang out at the end of the day too.Another thing, Jesse invited me to her house this weekend, I think I'll come out to her then, if my mom let's me go. Today, I also didn't really want to come home.

Mom's sad again, so she's going to be drunk again. I hope she still signs all the things she needs to, I don't like not having my things because of her. But I did do the rest of my homework already. School feels like it's been weeks, not two days, but I still like it. Tonight I'm staying up until midnight, to see the two moons. But yeah, that's about it for today. I hope you guys are doing well.