User blog:Kgman04/Sorry.

This week has just been really horrible for me, and I feel like I've been taking it out on some people on the wiki. If you feel like you were one of those people, I'm sorry. This has just been a really bad week for me. Think not? Let's see.


 * Monday, February 28: So. I wake up, shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, eat, like any normal day. I look for my MetroCard (it's basically a bus pass) and I can't find it. So, hoping the bus driver would be nice, I asked if I could go without it. That wasn't the case. So, I waited for the next bus. No ride. Next bus? No ride. So, I walked to the subway station, which was a mile away. No dice. I walked to the next subway station, about 2/5 of a mile away. Still, nothing. Finally, it was already 9:30PM, so, there was no use in rushing to school anymore. I walked. Five miles. I got to school at 11:57PM, ask for a new bus pass, and get back home. Now my left foot currently has a swollen purple blister on the heel.


 * Tuesday, March 1: Alright, now, this day was like any other Tuesday; pretty bad (my schedule for Tuesday sucks; Humanities, Algebra, Spanish, Algebra, Humanities, Lunch, Earth Science). Now, on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, I have rehearsal for the school musical from 3:15PM - 5PM. 3:15 - 3:45 is when we practice songs, 3:45 - 4:30 is when we choreograph the dance numbers, and 4:30 - 5 is blocking and acting. So, at around 4:40, the director called everyone to start blocking Act 1, Scene 2. When we got onstage, I was the first person on in the scene, with a group of people following behind me. After a couple of lines, I started forgetting them. So I got yelled at, and was nearly kicked out of the play just for not memorizing a few lines.


 * Wednesday, March 2: I got back my World War I test, which I took the Wednesday before Winter Break (February 16). I found out I bombed it with a 79, or a C+, which is terrible to me. And in my school, I need to get all tests signed by my parents. So, I got back home, and showed it to my dad. He got furious and removed my internet connection for that night, so I had absolutely nothing to do. So I got bored and read my favorite book ever, The Report Card. Only five pages into the book, I went to the bathroom, came back, and found that my little brother ripped off the cover and scribbled on the majority of Chapter 4.


 * Thursday, March 3: I have three best friends. Simone, Will, and Patrice. We're really close, and we do pretty much everything together: watch horrible movies, make non-sensical inside jokes, pull pranks on the cashiers at Pinkberry... the usual. So when I come to school and find that all three of them are completely ignoring me, it's a little troubling. Now, Simone isn't in my homeroom, so I expect it from her, but I sit next to Will in Earth Science and right behind Patrice in Humanities. I started getting a little paranoid and just shut down that day.


 * Friday, March 4: A few weeks ago, my friend Jordana and I went up to my Chorus teacher and asked if we could do a duet for the Spring Concert (the Spring Concert is a music festival that the 7th and 8th graders of the school have to participate in; the band, orchestra, and chorus must perform). The teacher accepted. So, at the end of 5th period, the teacher asked us to come talk to her, and revealed that she decided not to let us perform it anymore, since I had forgotten to turn in my Black History Music Artist project on February 16th. And, I quote, "Even if you did turn it in, I still don't think I'd let you perform, since the song you suggested is way out of your vocal ranges, and I doubt you two have the skill to extend your vocal ranges by May 27th." Obviously insulted, we left Chorus. When I got home, I found that I was locked out of the house, since my stepmom took my little sister shopping (my little sister's birthday is tomorrow). So I waited outside my apartment for an hour and ten minutes until they finally arrived with giant Toys 'R' Us bags, apologizing.

So, this is why I've been a little on edge this week. I hope you can understand, and I'm honestly sorry if I was rude to you because of it. I'm just... exhausted from everything. I feel like everything's out to get me and there's nothing I can do about it, no matter how hard I try.