Today, I entered the world excited and pretty much looking forward to going to school. Getting back in the swing of things, you know? Meet up with my best friends, admire the smart people, and learn a little something. At least that’s what I hoped… I guess it’s what I get for being optimistic, but I still think it’s kind of sick, or maybe sad. My day was crap, period.
As I said, I was hoping to enjoy today, specifically, I was hoping for some fun in the morning with the PIT. Nope. You see, it’s not enough that I get yelled at on every exercise for playing to loudly, or to high, and when I fix that, I get yelled at for being too low. What’s more, is everyone seems to think it would be nice to just tell me I’m playing everything wrong. Not one thing or two, but everything. It was really bad, and quite embarrasing. Finally, I get Marimba 3 for Farandole. Mind you, this is usually something I can take, and take it well, but today, it was the last straw.
Computer Programming was actually not that bad. I asked for some work, I got some work, and I finished the work. It was fine, other than the fact that I didn’t get to turn it in. English was almost good, except for the fact that I had to run back to my locker to get a book that I didn’t even use (that was a waste.) German was plain boring and Frau is starting to get mean about this stupid honors thing. She also decided to threaten to dress-code my best friend in that class, which was a bit sad, especially since she wore the same shirt a lot last year without a word from anyone about it.) I’ve also decided that Frau just likes yelling. Lunch was actually pretty cool. I went with Dylan to get Pizza before I put my stuff down, so we decided to get sit with the Band Geeks. I love those people, they made my day that much better. Science was boring, as usual, but we got a video, so that’s cool. I guess. And finally, we come to the worst part of my day: math and a test. See, I was going just fine on 1 – 20, with a few little problems that I worked out, but once I get 21, boom, they instantly took a zillion minutes to finish. And thus, I had about three left to do when, at *five* minutes before the bell when our teacher stopped us. Naturally, I thought he was just going to give us more time to finish and grade what we had. However, when we asked about it, he refused to answer. How upsetting. I mean, if I wasn’t going to get more time, I’d at least have guessed.
So that was my day in a paragraph, excluding what’s going on now (I’m writing to you obviously.) I am a bit depressed, and as you read, I think this is quite a sick world.