Monday, November 30, 2009

School Is So Unfair!!!

It's true. School is unfair. I was 10 seconds late because I tripped and had to chase my paper possessions all around, but my teacher wouldn't let me in. I get to school at 7 every day, and I go to the ROTC room every morning to meet a friend. My teacher had just closed the door, and I sprinted the 15 feet to the door. Out of breath, I knocked on the door. He opened the door, and told me that I had to go to the tardy lockout. I've had a perfect non-tardy record since preschool, and with one unfortunate move of my clumsy extremities, that record has been broken. I tried to explain to the dean as well as my teacher what happened, and both were indifferent to my explanation. Tears were running down my face, but both people were oblivious. To make matters worse, my mom got mad at me because she told me to carry things in my backpack, but the items I had in my arms were things I need for 1st period! I asked her to call the Dean's office and verify that I had arrived at school at 7 this morning, but she blamed me for my clumsiness. She said repeatedly, "This wouldn't have happened if you had listened to me." Thankfully, most of the deans and administrators at this school know me, and they are well aware of my meticulously clean attendance record. All I have to do is explain to them what happened, and I can only hope for the best to happen. I still haven't stopped crying, and my teacher is oblivious to the rivers of tears streaming down my face. My friends have tried to prove my innocence, but the teacher doesn't care. He only goes by what he thinks, and since he's the teacher, what he says, goes. I just wish there was some way to prove my innocence and reinstate my perfect record.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Why???

Why do people always treat me differently than they would anyone else? They treat me like I'm a weirdo, and they avoid sitting next to me. It's the norm every day, and even though it happens every day and I should be used to it, the hurt never goes away. It stings just as much today as it did five years ago. Maybe it's because of my perkiness all the time, or maybe because they're afraid that they'll pick up the "fat disease", seeing as I'm not the skinniest person. I may not be the most popular or prettiest, but I'm a nice person and care about others. I just wish people would be more understanding of others and not judge them just by what they see. People know that my parents divorced when I was 10, and they see the scars on my arm from when life got unbearable. Once that sight meets their eyes, most decide to avoid me at all costs. There are a few who don't, and those are my only friends, one of them being my best friend. I'm always alone at lunch, except for my friend Deb and my other best friend, Lupe. I do have some friends, and they know about me (my deep secrets), and they understand and like me for who I am. I just wish more people could be like them. I wish my best friend would come home for a while from UC Berkeley, although I know he needs to be there.