Miki

November Seventh Two Thousand And Fourteen

Have you ever met one person, who by the very second you met them, made you want to rip your ears out of your head and the vocal cords out of theirs? Yeah, me too. So, I just so happen to be taking algebra one again. However, with good explanation. I am taking it over because I am constantly worried about my GPA. I received a low grade on my final exam, so it brought my grade down like when you drop a forty-five pound dumbbell on your foot, only in my chest it felt like when you are running full speed and catch your pinky toe on the corner of some sort of hard furniture. So I'm just relaxing in algebra with all of these freshman, and I tell you there is one chick in this room that drives me up a wall. And by wall, it's probably the wall of china because the wall I'm running up is never ending. She was extremely disrespectful to me once, and now, everything that comes out of her mouth makes me want to snap her neck. That wasn't a threat. I promise. Thereu is something everyone should know about me. That is, giving me sugar will probably come back to haunt you. So, it's Friday, and that means that in homeroom, we get food. By food, I really mean that we get as many cupcakes as we can stuff down our throats while playing an intense game of apples to apples. Following this intense rager, I had to go to English. What a downer. Not only did I have to sit in the same class for an hour and a half, but I also had to present. Okay, so I am a certified forensics geek. I love forensics so much! This however, is interesting for me, because I hate people, and I hate talking. Especially when these two are combined. The thing that really catches me is when I have to talk in front of people that I know. These people can judge me for ever and ever. They will find me. Wow, I sound paranoid. So anyways, it's my turn to present, so I walk up to the podium and I see everyone staring at me. My palms are clammy, my eyes dart back to my paper, and I start reading. First my pace is steady, but slowly but surely, my reading is faster. Pretty soon I'm reading rapid fire. Then the worst part of my presentation hits. We were told that we would be presenting our papers after we had written them, so my last paragraph is deep and personal. I mean, so deep that you'd be falling for years after I pushed you down that hole. I start reading, only now I can feel people's eyes burning through my soul. I finish reading. Now what do I do? I don't know. Oh yeah, I have to walk to my seat. Then the class gives a California clap, and our cult ritual. Did I mention that I was in a cult? We are the Rama Natalias. Fear us. My English teacher is our leader. For the ritual, after every time someone finishes presenting something, we, with no emotion in our voices, say "Good job *insert name here*." Yeah, it's kind of sketchy. It's actually kind of scary. Everyone gets a good laugh out of it though, so I'm all in. Luckily someone else had to present after me, so I could make them feel just as bad as they made me feel. That sounds bad. Oh well! The final bell finally sounds, and I'm out of there. Not a second that I'm on my way up the stairs from my English class, does V stop me and ask what I was doing. Now I'm in a hurry because I'm supposed to be leaving for Door County in like a half an hour and really don't have time to stop and talk to V, but being the amazing friend that I am, I told (kind of scream/yelled at) her to follow me. She did and we decided that she was going to take me home because I needed to bring my euphonium home. I gabbed all of my things form my locker, and we head to the yellow car. We jump in and enjoy some of V's interesting new pow wow music (no, I'm not joking). We get to my house and I do all of my last minute packing that I have to do (that's all of it) to spend the weekend with my grandparents. V leaves, and we hop in the car to leave. It's a long drive to GreenBay, but we make it. I send some time with my uncle, and end up falling asleep at 8:15. Oh yeah, I'm living the life.