Dreams Do Not Come True

Tap.Tap.Tap.

People pass by me with irritated looks. Why? I do not know. What I do know is I am not the most good looking fish in the sea.

My piercing blue eyes are hidden by my wide-rimmed glasses. People call me "four eyes". What they are not aware of is that that insult is literally older than my grandmother.

My hair is a blond ratty mess that even a straightening iron can't fix. Instead if Miley Cyrus "coming in like a wrecking ball" I'm literally coming in like a frizz ball.

Several people observe the way way I look. I really don't care because I'm going to school for an education, not to impress anybody.

If I didn't have my mother at home I was seriously consider wearing sweat pants everyday. Instead I have to live with a baggy UCONN sweatshirt and skinny jeans.

I really don't like showing my body off. A lot of people in my school dress like they are at a stripper club. Its like why do you need to dress that way in a setting where your trying to get an education? It doesn't make sense and it might be just me, but I can't worry about other people's decisions.

I walk cautiously to my next class which is social studies while almost tripping over my shoes because of how big my feet are.

Big feet are one of the most dominant traits in my dad's family. My uncle gets called bigfoot because he wears a size 14 in men.

I slowly maneuver to my seat as I slowly realize who my partner is. He is probably the most annoying person in my grade and being next to him just makes my blood boil. He gives me what he calls the "Jim smirk" and says,"Hello Jennifer. How's that pimple of yours?" I replied with a polite,"Hi." What I really wanted to say was,"Hello, Jim. That pimple is you and I suggest that you don't make me pop you in the mouth with my fist!" I'm not that kind of person, though that would do that. I take out my notebook and pencil and start writing down the notes on the board.

My seat is in the back so you can see and hear everything that's going on in the classroom. You have the cliche cute couple consistently looking at each other. Barf. Then, you have the people you think they're "cool" and don't care if they fail. I'm pretty sure that my partner is one of them.

Jim sits back in his chair like he owns the world, which is totally wrong. He thinks just because his older brother got into this really great college that they will automatically take him. But this is Harvard we're talking about. Would they really take Jim who has a 1.89 GPA over me who has a 4.5?

He starts tapping his pencil on the desk. Which doesn't bother me at first, but when a noise is consistent for a long period of time it gets annoying quickly. I glance over to see if giving him the death glare would work. He just smiled and kept on tapping, but much louder this time. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I couldn't believe the teacher couldn't hear this. Tap. Tap. Tap. Anger started to swell inside of me. That's it I couldn't even concentrate on what the teacher was saying.

I snatched the pencil from him and broke it in two. Relief had overcome my anger, until he pulled out yet another pencil.

This time I tried to just ignore it. If he knows it annoys me, he'll just keep doing it. I just act like nothing happened and go back to my notes.

Tap. Tap. Tap. There he goes again. He practically has the whole class staring at him except the teacher. Its almost as she is clueless.

"THAT IS ENOUGH! STOP YOUR DAM TAPPING. ITS ANNOYING AS HELL AND UNNECESSARY!" My cheeks turned bright red after I said that. I'm pretty sure that's the loudest I've even been. I casually smile and sit down like "yea that just happened."

I've never seen the teacher this aggravated. "Ms.Kimberly, would you like to escort yourself to the principal's office. I don't need anybody distracting my class."

I gather up my things and start to head out. Jim just gives me a satisfied smile as if getting me in trouble was a number one priority. I give up, I told myself as I walked out.