Friday
It starts off like any other day, mom wakes me up a little late and I have to rush to get to school on time. Thank the lord I made it before the first bell rang. I started off with a thesis block to get some parts of my thesis done but I was interrupted with that because of the Fulbright group visiting the school. For those people out there with no clue as of to what the Fulbright group is, its an organization that sponsors foreign exchange students to go to college abroad here in the states. I met a dude from Israel(well, somewhere near it), a dude from Ukraine(the country I'm currently doing my thesis paper on), a dude from Singapore(my personal favorite), and two girls who I forgot where they came from. I am sorry, Short term memory people. So we talked about things, life, our little rinky-dink state and other things.
Overall it was an awesome experience.
After that block, things went back to group work. After that block things went downhill in a hurry. For the past 2 weeks, The whole "game" that me and my friends have been playing(well mostly my friends) has gotten more and more retarded and violent that its funnier everytime i watch. But, when my so-called friend Aaron decides to jump me for no reason in the lunch line and then act like nothing happened, that's when payback is in order. So after I eat and he eats I catch him when he least expects it. Thats when things get bad. He starts chasing me. I go to my english class on the third floor to hide and it works for about 2 minutes.
I don't leave the class till I think he's really gone. After that I head downstairs and I blend in with some other people. That works for about 3 minutes. Then he finds me again. Thats when things get Worst! Aaron had his own little posse ready to get me for no reason and he actually hits me like 3 times but no one lese does anything. At that exact moment, something snapped in me. I got so angry at the guy it wasn't even funny. I chased him and when I caught up to him, I just pushed him. He starts his usual shit talk while I'm ready to go head up and just beat the shit out of him. Out of nowhere two of my friends pull me back and say its not worth it, I get a full on lecture from like 5 people saying not to do it(all except hector who told me to go do it).
Out of nowhere, my gym teacher Mr. Roy came along and told me to come with him. I did. At that moment I thought to myself that this wasn't good. But I was wrong. Oh man was I happy to be wrong. He talked me out of my anger and called Aaron in to explain what happened. Turns out he was just "playing". In my mind I was still amp'd but I finally let my anger go. I got to my spanish class late and I just sat in my seat with a very gloomy and down look on my face. It stayed like that for the entire class. Nobody had seen me so angry before. Not one person. Thats the only thing that makes me feel embarrased and stupid.
After spanish I went to my next class but I got called out again with the rest of the juniors for SAT prep. It was interesting to hear all our oppinions on the SAT's. The rest of the day went by smooth and easy.
There you go people, A 2-parter blog showing 2 bad days that I had. Lets just hope monday isn't as bad. Oh boy.











