Life's Tales Of Being A Potato

Rant: Potato Fights

HEYOO!

How's my Potato Nation doing?

Cool. Now I gotta rant

So your Girl Potato stared school already ( yeah FML). For sure I know its not going to be a good year...

Why you might ask?

Cause your girl been getting in trouble since I transfer into the school I'm in since last year. Some shit happened, and now have the school population hates me...

That's cool, 'cause I hate them too... Well I really don't know them, so I don't give a fuck about them.. ヽ(￣～￣　)ノ 

I act civilized in my school, even though I hate them. I have too, cause I'm at school and I have to deal with them with the rest of the year. Trying not to get in trouble for the rest of the time I have to be in the school.

I'm in class, and it's the SECOND DAY OF SCHOOL. And I'm waiting for the papers to be passed.

Everyone around me, are doing the work the teacher passed down. I look in front of me, the guy had the papers for the rest of the row, so I'm like,

"I'll just wait till he passes down the paper."

He doesn't... (¬_¬ )

So I TAPPED his shoulder, with my two LITTLE fingers. This boy turned around, said to me,

"Did you just hit me?"

I look at his shoulder, nothing was injured. So I said,

"Can you pass down the papers." He handed the papers.

He look shooked, from the traumatizing thing that just happened.

After the teacher finish talking, the boy raised his hand.

I here thinking, "This boy is gonna tell him."

He does...

He tells the teacher," She just hit me, and I just feel disrespected."

Of course I want to hide, and go in a dark place and die. Cause everyone is looking at me, and you can feel the tension in the air.

The teacher sent us both out, then he like asking what happened. This boy is sayin shit like, "She just hit for not able to pass as she wants too blah blah blah, and I feel disrespected."

I'm here thinking : How dramatic are you?

Then he turns to me asking my side of the story. I tell him what happened. Then he threaten to go to the councilors, and asked the boy his he wanted to write a statement.

I'm here like," SHIT. I already got shit on my plate... Jesus can you help me get out of this." One thing you should know about me.

I carry my rosary everywhere when I go out side. Cause that's my weapon. He's my savior and protector. And you know what he did.

HE GOT ME OUT OF IT!

I give him credit, because he disserved it.

Yeah I know, some of you might not believe in him, or do. For your reasons, I'm not here to judge, I'm here to help and complain about my life.

I just ask to respect my choice, and I'll respect yours.

Now back to the story.

The teacher keeps talking I blank out most of it. He continues to talk to the Dean Of Discipline. (He's actually cool guy)

We do, we tell him out side of the story. He's like, "  It's the second day of school..."

In my head I'm like, " I know right!"

Dean Of Discipline continues to say," I don't want to write this down. Unless you want too." WE both look at the guy, he doesn't bother to look at me.

I'm here like, " You're the one who wants to do this, then we gotta do this, cause this shit ain't my fault." (BTW this was all in my head, there's hell in way I'm gonna say that, can't risk it mainly white school.)

The boy says, "No."

My ass was saved.

The D Of D, askes, "Are you injured or bleeding or anything?"

The boy says, "No."

D Of D pretty much said, "I don't see a problem, just a misunderstanding. Unless you want to report it, which you don't. Just see me in two weeks, and tell him how are things going, and that's it."

We agree on it.

Jesus had my back. ((┘￣ω￣)┘

Yeah so the rest of class was awkward.

My friend asked after class, "Why you hit him?"

I'm like really, but he did make a big deal out of hit so... yeah.

I told her," I didn't, I tapped his shoulder."

My friend laugh, thinking the same way I was; he was being dramatic

So that was my SECOND DAY OF SCHOOL.

I'm already done with bullshit at this point. I remember how excited I was to be going into the school I go now, and not getting accepted at first to a point I cried.

Now I'm here waiting for the tipping point of my school to the explosive of dirty little secrets it holds.

UNTIL NEXT TIME

I AM A POTATO IN PUBERTY!