Actually, it wasn't so bad in the morning...okay, the history test wasn't too bad and in the physics lab our group's poorly constructed (like cardboard and scotch tape bad) car actually managed to protect a raw egg from impact at 150 centimenters. But I should have gotten a signal during lunch--someone took my luchbox. I think I'll move to Middle-earth; at least the Elves won't steal your pink lunchbag that you've had ever since sixth grade.
So I went hunting all over the school. I asked the principal to let me hunt in the classrooms. It's nice that my mom has a coffee vending machine thingy installed in the teachers' lounge there...it means the principal and my mom know each other. And that extends to me. So he unlocks the door to one of the classrooms for me and that search is fruitless along with all the other hunts. I realize I left my pencil box in math and go to get it. The teacher told me never to leave my stuff lying around in those desks or she'll give me a 200 word essay on why I shouldn't do that. I think I'll move to Middle-earth; at least the hobbits won't care if you leave your stuff lying around in desks. I think.
During study hall this wierdo who sits next to me starts making cracks about the teacher's breasts. Thank Eru said teacher was out walking her dog. She's the only one who has a dog on campus because that dog, a female golden retriever named Violet, is a guide dog in training. So the teacher was out walking Violet and the guy next to me starts claiming that "Ms. D has to wrap hers around her arms and tie them in knots before she can even fit them in a bra" and that "Girls probably can't feel a thing, so why is it whenever their tits get punched they're all like 'OMG I think you gave me tit cancer it hurts!' and all that shit? It's not like they're balls...yeah right, Camille, oh so you're saying that girls have balls on their tits? Testicle-boobs! Testicle boobs! Flat-chested girls's tits probably just haven't dropped yet". Annoying little bastard. I'm starting to think he wrote "Celebrian", you know, that terrible smut fic that can turn any self-respecting girl into a feminist? LotR smut fic or not, I think I'll move to Middle-earth. The members of the Fellowship probably aren't that unchivalrous to harass girls about their breasts--no, I'm near certain they won't. Chivalry in Middle-earth is alive and well. As opposed to Earth. No wonder there's so many "Girl-gets-dropped-into-Middle-earth" Suefics.
Then, during PE, two guys started making fun of my Chinese name. My Chinese name sounds like the Chinese word for "moon", but pronounced incorrectly it'll sound like the English personal pronoun "you". So they started making fun of my Chinese name. I nearly kicked one of the guys because I was already in a bitchy mood after study hall. Wish I could move to Middle-earth; at least there China doesn't even exist and I can always call myself "Eledhwen Elerossiel". Or something a whole lot more awesome than "Yue" or "Jennifer".
Then came sixth period. I'm a teacher's aide during sixth, aiding my former science teacher. We know each other very well, and she knew immediately that I was in a grumpy mood. So she kept her distance for a while, letting me write out a harassment report against the kid in study hall. On Wednesday he'll probably get what's coming to him, the arrogant, sexist jerk. I'm tempted to say "douche bag", but that's not exactly mature. Anyways...after I gave the report to the principal, my former science teacher then confronted me about my grouchy attitude and tried to cheer me up. One of the students who was making fun of my name is in her class, and she had me talk to him. I felt more like yelling at him, but that was all nice and resolved. He's generally a good kid, but...whatever.
I like my former science teacher. At least she cared. At least she made me realize that even in Middle-earth there will be someone who will steal your food, make lewd remarks about people, and make fun of your name.
Oh, and I eventually found my lunchbox, but someone stole the cookies I had for packed for dessert. I blame hobbits.
So I went hunting all over the school. I asked the principal to let me hunt in the classrooms. It's nice that my mom has a coffee vending machine thingy installed in the teachers' lounge there...it means the principal and my mom know each other. And that extends to me. So he unlocks the door to one of the classrooms for me and that search is fruitless along with all the other hunts. I realize I left my pencil box in math and go to get it. The teacher told me never to leave my stuff lying around in those desks or she'll give me a 200 word essay on why I shouldn't do that. I think I'll move to Middle-earth; at least the hobbits won't care if you leave your stuff lying around in desks. I think.
During study hall this wierdo who sits next to me starts making cracks about the teacher's breasts. Thank Eru said teacher was out walking her dog. She's the only one who has a dog on campus because that dog, a female golden retriever named Violet, is a guide dog in training. So the teacher was out walking Violet and the guy next to me starts claiming that "Ms. D has to wrap hers around her arms and tie them in knots before she can even fit them in a bra" and that "Girls probably can't feel a thing, so why is it whenever their tits get punched they're all like 'OMG I think you gave me tit cancer it hurts!' and all that shit? It's not like they're balls...yeah right, Camille, oh so you're saying that girls have balls on their tits? Testicle-boobs! Testicle boobs! Flat-chested girls's tits probably just haven't dropped yet". Annoying little bastard. I'm starting to think he wrote "Celebrian", you know, that terrible smut fic that can turn any self-respecting girl into a feminist? LotR smut fic or not, I think I'll move to Middle-earth. The members of the Fellowship probably aren't that unchivalrous to harass girls about their breasts--no, I'm near certain they won't. Chivalry in Middle-earth is alive and well. As opposed to Earth. No wonder there's so many "Girl-gets-dropped-into-Middle-earth" Suefics.
Then, during PE, two guys started making fun of my Chinese name. My Chinese name sounds like the Chinese word for "moon", but pronounced incorrectly it'll sound like the English personal pronoun "you". So they started making fun of my Chinese name. I nearly kicked one of the guys because I was already in a bitchy mood after study hall. Wish I could move to Middle-earth; at least there China doesn't even exist and I can always call myself "Eledhwen Elerossiel". Or something a whole lot more awesome than "Yue" or "Jennifer".
Then came sixth period. I'm a teacher's aide during sixth, aiding my former science teacher. We know each other very well, and she knew immediately that I was in a grumpy mood. So she kept her distance for a while, letting me write out a harassment report against the kid in study hall. On Wednesday he'll probably get what's coming to him, the arrogant, sexist jerk. I'm tempted to say "douche bag", but that's not exactly mature. Anyways...after I gave the report to the principal, my former science teacher then confronted me about my grouchy attitude and tried to cheer me up. One of the students who was making fun of my name is in her class, and she had me talk to him. I felt more like yelling at him, but that was all nice and resolved. He's generally a good kid, but...whatever.
I like my former science teacher. At least she cared. At least she made me realize that even in Middle-earth there will be someone who will steal your food, make lewd remarks about people, and make fun of your name.
Oh, and I eventually found my lunchbox, but someone stole the cookies I had for packed for dessert. I blame hobbits.