I think my sanity is slowly breaking apart. Usually I can tolerate (most of) the people that go to my school (the principle and one of the teachers are the hardest to tolerate). Today, I was on the verge of throwing something and screaming. Not exactly just throwing something across the room, I literally wanted to pick something up and throw it across the room at the most fucking annoying person in the class. Instead, I asked to go to the bathroom and started crying in a stall.
Correction, I think my sanity jumped off a bridge, and its suicide note said, "Don't kill anyone, you dumbass."
We started decorating for prom on Monday. Today, all the the teachers had a meeting (probably for prom purposes and/or some other shit, like end-of-year testing or how they're going to keep me from killing someone before school's out), so one of the custodians had to watch over us while we decorated. Since the custodian didn't know what we had to do (honestly, neither did we), only three of ten of us really did anything. One stood on a ladder and attached gossamer to a wire, another made sure that person didn't fall or get hurt, and the last just handed the gossamer to the person hanging it. Obviously, I wasn't suitable to do any of these jobs, so I kind of hung out with three other girls that wasn't doing anything either (by then, two of the ten left, so there was eight of us left, but we literally only needed three at the time and a supervisor). I didn't really know the three girls that well, but I think I made one or two of them scared of me. I'll tell you (the summarized version of) what happened.
So we need scalpels for who-knows-what and glue-guns for basically everything. One of the girls asked the oldest if she could plug in one of the glue-guns and just put glue on the cardboard boxes that all the props (aka all the shit the school bought for the students to assemble when they could've just gotten them pre-assemble with a better appearance at a fucking Dollar Tree) came in. Her friend looked at her and laughed, saying, "You'll probably hurt yourself! Don't!"
Well, I said, "We should just cut stuff up with the scalpels instead." She agreed, but her friend laughed and looked at me like, "Are you trying to kill her?" And I looked at her like, "She didn't have to agree." The one girl and I ended up cutting up cardboard boxes with scalpels. In case you didn't know, scalpels are extremely sharp and can cut your skin like butter, which is why doctors use them during surgeries. I do advise you to be careful if handling one and to keep the sheath on while not in use. If you're younger and and for some reason have social media, why the hell do you have a scalpel?!
Anyway, I don't know how to explain how I know I might have scared one or two of them, but if you saw their faces when I recommended cutting stuff with a scalpel to pass time, they looked at me as if I came out as a serial killer.
Also, if you think I was just adding that safety thing on scalpels just because people could blame me for their kid(s) getting hurt with a scalpel, I didn't. I added that in there because whoever had used the scalpels before we cleaned up a bit didn't put the sheathes back on them, so we almost cut ourselves. Luckily, we were being careful and found the sheathes before we did hurt ourselves. We made sure the sheathes were on them before putting them back up.
Please keep in mind that scalpels are way more dangerous than they look. The blade appears to be very blunt and is pretty small; however, the scalpel cut through the cardboard like scissors to paper.
And this has been A Guide to the Sharpest Weapons that You Should Be Careful With, Even Though We Know You Won't!
^Honestly, if shows, books, and magazines had more realistic titles.
