On the last day of school, it's fun for a couple of hours and then you wait around and go home. The first part is great, and the second part wasn't so great.
rant time!
So my homeroom was not physically inclined, to say the least. Yes, we did have a few people who carried, but other than that, nobody took it seriously. And it sucks. Kickball should always be taken seriously. I got a gnarly scar from sliding into turf which will probably be there all my life, but it was worth it. We got out in the first round.
The rest of the time I spent trying to talk to Jianna, I think. I knew we weren't going to hang out over the summer that much and I wanted to make that day count.
Also, everyone hated my bandanna. Mr. Mitchell made me take it off my mouth because I looked like a gang member? But what kind of a gang member am I?
Anyways, we went in and I was alone. Like, everyone left me alone, which was great, but also not. Everyone says when they're angry or sad "I wish I was alone" or just "leave me alone" and they mean it in the moment, but nobody can survive loneliness. I got mad jealous over a dumb thing that wasn't even a big deal, and then we went home. I didn't even say goodbye to anyone.
Now not going to lie, our grade sucks. I have friends and stuff, but other than that, we suck. Everybody there are idiots and nobody takes school seriously. I sound like a teacher, but it makes me angry sometimes.
whoah, rant over.
Anyways, the summer went on and now I'm writing this.
