Overlation

So I am feeling a little bit depressed today, and that means I want to type up an entry that is less about my daily life and more about one aspect of my life. And, oddly enough, I want to talk about my weight. Mostly because it is something that I am completely certain about (I know just how much I weigh), and today I'm fretting over things I'm uncertain about. Also, won't it be nice to not read about me harping on about the Sony Reader?

I'm going to start off by addressing fat people, because they annoy me. If you're a little bit chubby, I don't care. It's when your waist starts creeping into my airplane seat that I get annoyed. And then I start getting pissed if you complain about the seat being too small. It just bothers me that so many changes are being made to accommodate overly large people. Shouldn't we instead keep things as they are, and give them a reason to lose a bit of weight? I only bring this up because I keep seeing ads for that new Bachelor show or whatever. I'll admit, all of the women are gorgeous despite their weight. But I get severely irked when that one chick says, "It's so nice to meet a guy that likes normal-sized women." She is not normal sized, and by no means should she delude herself into thinking it. If she is healthy then she has no reason to be fussing about her weight, but she can't expect that so much belly around her middle will be viewed as normal.

I must be weightsist, or something. Skin color, religion, none of that bothers me. But God forbid you be fat! And face it; if you're obese, it's probably your fault. (Nothing against people with medical disorders, but you're still really annoying.)

I am a very skinny person, and I have been all my life. When I was very young, I remember my mum complaining to my dad that she felt bad about how skinny I was. It looked as if she wasn't feeding me. This wasn't at all the case, though; I had a very healthy appetite. I've been pretty much the same way ever since. I don't fuss very much about how much I weigh, so long as I am still healthy. There have been a few times where I have been unhealthy and weighed much too little, but those are stories for another day.

You'd think that by being skinny, I'd be more easily accepted into the world. I've seen so many documentaries about fat people having problems with their social life. It's just a common idea that the fat kid will get teased. But it seems that everyone overlooks that it's not their weight that causes them to be teased, it's the fact that they are different at all. Even when I was little it was common for kids my age to be overweight. They didn't get teased, because it was just another normal thing. But if they were the only boy in an otherwise all-girl class, they would get teased. Similarly, I've found myself being the only skinny girl in a group of chubby chicks. But fat girls are really vicious, apparently, because they don't just make fun of me, they go out of their way to blame me for everything that is wrong in the world. I spent about a month in high school avoiding this group of four or five girls that really didn't seem to like the way I looked. I had done nothing wrong, they just were really jealous that I looked nice in my clothes, I guess.

I've also noticed that when I dress well for an extended period of time, people don't like talking to me. I'm pretty sure that by being skinny and wearing fashionable clothes, people assume that I'm stuck-up. So I guess that's another example of not quite fitting in because I'm skinny. I suppose the point I want to make with that is it doesn't matter if you're fat, people will probably hate you anyways.

I don't know where I'm going with this at all. I guess I just wanted to point out that because I'm skinny I don't always get accepted into groups, which is backwards because usually it is the fat kid that has a hard time.

Maybe I'll talk about how having the ideal body weight isn't actually ideal. I don't understand how the girls on TV are so skinny yet look so nice. After a certain point, your ribs start to stick out, and it's not an easy thing to hide when you're in a bikini. My ribs have always stuck out, as have my hips. In all honesty, I don't look that great when I'm naked (seriously, who does?), but I do look nice when I'm wearing clothes. Especially clothes that cover my joints, which tend to be bony. I've had people tell me that they wish to be as thin as I am, but it's like there's fine print they haven't read. Being skinny comes with physical setbacks, I'd rather have a normal bodytype. Not normal like the fat chick from that ad, but actually normal.

I've tried quite a few times in my life to gain weight. I've tried diet, which worked for a bit but the weight never stuck. I've tried exercise, which turned out to be a horrible idea because I lost weight. I've tried both, with no results other than my breasts getting bigger. Which was just plain odd.

This past summer I have been losing weight, and it's actually kinda scary. Yesterday I noticed that my wrists were the thinnest they have ever been, and that the bones in my wrists and hands were jutting out uncomfortably. Try as I might, I can't get my weight up to at least 100 again. Ideally, I'd be 120, but for some reason I've been weighing closer to 95. I can only think of one reason why I'm losing weight; I've stopped eating school lunch every day. Essentially, that was the unhealthiest meal of my day, and now it is gone.

I generally like healthy foods. I don't mean sodas that are diet or low-calorie snacks, because I'm pretty sure those things are carcinogenic. I mean actual meat from a real animal that has not been processed, bread without preservatives. I prefer finer foods, such as picking filet mignon over a hamburger and fries. I'd much rather eat a peach than eat anything from McDonald's, actually. I’m pretty sure this plays a big part in why I weight so little, and why cutting out one unhealthy meal makes such a big difference.

Man, this is a long post. And I could probably double it in size discussing ideas and theories about why I’m skinny. So I guess I’ll end here.

Solvent

Problem: Kelly's hair is long enough to clog a shower drain after 2-3 showers of normal intensity*.

Solution: The bath plug is taken out, and a mesh tea strainer is placed there instead.

Outcome: Spiders that get caught in the spray also get caught in the strainer. Kelly refuses to clean it, and continues to have flooded showers (but without the strainer, for fear of spiders floating out of it).

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Problem: Tiny hairs always get caught up in the shaving razor.

Solution: An old toothbrush is used to remove hairs after every use.

Outcome: Kelly goes traveling, and packs her two toothbrushes together. Later: Oh fuck, which toothbrush is which?

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If you say 'puzzle' instead of 'problem,' you will always find the solution.

"Every puzzle has an answer!"

- Prof. Layton


*Shower intensity is determined by amount of time spent conditioning hair.
Low Intensity = No conditioner used
Med. Intensity = Normal amount of time spent
High Intensity = Extra tangled hair; Large amount of time spent

Stop Matriciding!

It goes like this:

On one hand, I would very much like to have an exciting death. Go out with a bang, y'know? Not just something drastic, like a murder, but something that would make a good crime drama. Maybe something like... I get killed by a runaway Ferris wheel, and the clown did it. It took four guys and a hooker to pull off, and one other person got stabbed in the back because of it.

Exciting. Unusual.

But on the other hand, I'd be really pissed off to have an exciting death. My reaction would not only be "OH GOD OH GOD," but also "So, this is how it will end. This would make for a good story." And then I'll be pissed off because I won't be able to write about it later. Something truly amazing happens to me, and I'm too dead to do anything about it. How obnoxious!

Augh! The very idea of it is making me angry.

Blat

So this is my 100th post! I've been avoiding writing it because I have nothing special planned. But now I'm all like, just get it out of the way so you'll go back to regular updates.

Here I go.

So, like any normal teenage girl in a relationship after watching a chick flick about weddings, I've begun planning my own wedding. Just as I have no skills in interior decorating, I have no skills in planning a wedding. I haven't even thought about details like location, or dates, I just have planned out one section that's really important.

You know that part in the wedding, during the ceremony, when the music starts, and everyone stands up and turns to look at the bride? And she slowly walks up with the important male figure in her life, to the beat of the music. Dah~ dat dah dahh. Dah~ DAT dah dahh! She finally reaches the other side of the church, and they begin their vows.

Yeah. This is how it'll go down with me and Griff:

So the music starts, and everyone stands up. Then--BLAM! I kick open the doors and bust my way into the room (or whatever). I'll fucking fly down the runway, wedding dress and all, and tackle Griffin. Because I'm so sick of being separated from him. My father will still be on the other side of the church, slowly making his way up, and the plaster on the walls will probably be chipped from the impact of the doors. Not to mention the heel print in the doors themselves.

Then you know how during their vows, the couple is standing like, three feet away from eachother? C'mon, now, you're gonna spend the rest of your life with that person. Get cozy. At my wedding, my hands'll be all over Griff the entire time. The preist'll be all "Ahem. Ahem!" and one of us'll have to gasp for air and say "Yeah... Yeah! I do." It'll be time to kiss the bride, and we're already practically making babies.

Kiss the bride? Pssht, been there, done that!

We'll still be at the altar when we realize it's time for us to make our getaway into the limo. Instead of waiting for everyone to shower us with rice and shit, I'll just throw my bouquet at them, my garter will already be off, and we'll have the groomsmen and bridesmaids in charge of the gifts and cake at the reception. 'Cuz Griff and I? We're leaving for our honeymoon right then and there. Screw receptions.

And that is why I want a tiny wedding. I don't want gramma to see me humping my very-nearly-husband. But close friends and parents? They'll laugh it off. Yeah. They better.

Achoo

So I took the ACT yesterday. Are you supposed to not have enough time to finish the test? I kept finding myself filling in the last bubble as the timer went off. Also, I sneezed during the math portion. And somebody actually said "Bless you."

I sneeze in class a lot. Not enough for kids to notice and comment on it, but definitely more than... Well, everyone but Ellie. And every time I sneeze, it's like some sort of social experiment. Who's going to bless me this time? How many kids will open their mouths? Will somebody make a joke of it and say "Bless you, my child" this time? I noticed more kids bless me during a test than during a lecture. More kids bless me during an English class than during a Math class, unless there is a semester final going on.

Some kids will hand me hand sanitizer after I sneeze. I never know if I should be offended or not, but really I'm just interested in the fact that somebody caught me sneezing into my hand, and not my sleeve. Now I carry around hand sanitizer for myself. Because I only recently realized how disgusting the school is.

Oh man, I just sneezed just now.

Somewhat

Griffin said that he would like a Ubiquity post that is all about him.

ACHIEVE

School starts tomorrow. I am terribly depressed about this. But, hopefully things will look up again soon.

I have for you the transcript of a dream I had. I think this dream embodies everything about my entire life. Without even skipping a beat. And then, I will bare my soul about this dream.
(Jum is a faceless friend, nobody of real importance.)

Jum stands at the head of Kelly's desk.
Jum: Kelly, you know a lot about walruses. Will you draw me one?
Kelly: Sure.
Kelly bows her head down and makes circling motions with her pencil as she draws.
Jum places a finger at the top of the paper once Kelly has finished drawing.
Jum: Kelly...
Both look up, and for the intensity and duration of a heartbeat, their gazes lock.
Jum: This is not a walrus. This is a blowdryer.
Kelly: You're right.
Both are unfazed.

I don't even know where to begin with this dream. It seems as though every little thing that happens has some dear meaning to me. So let's start at the beginning. That's logical.

Walrus: I will admit that for a good chunk of my life, I have been depressed. During the last half of seventh grade, it got pretty severe. So everyday for about six months, I would come home and lock myself in my room, researching walruses until about 3 in the morning. I did not enjoy doing this at all, and felt very stressed about it. I decided I was done with my research when I made a poster presentation and threw it in the trash.

Draw me one: I draw in class a lot. So I tend to get requests for artwork. This ties into

This is not a walrus: I never actually draw anything for anyone. On rare occaisions I'll do a request, but most of the time I just end up avoiding the person until they change schools.

Bows her head: Totally symbolizes an aspect of my relationship with my father. When he tells me to do something, I can not put it off for even a minute. It needs to be done as soon as he asks. Because of this, I'm timely, and blindly submissive.

Circling motions: Even before I could spell, I've wanted to be a cartoonist of some sort. Comics, animations, you name it I attempted it. In cartoons, you often see that when a character writes, the top of their pencil makes little circles. In reality, the motion of the pencil depends on the letter being drawn. I always compare the motions I see in reality to motions I see in cartoons. Sometimes, the only thing I'll notice about a person is that they blink like a Simpson.

Gazes lock: This happens to me so often. Somebody, usually a boy, will be standing in front of me as we work together on some school thing, or as I draw a picture. They will point to what I have just done, and look up to see my reaction as they make a statement about it. I look up to figure out the emotion they are trying to convey (Is it positive? Is it negative? Is it a question?). They always stop talking for a split second when I look up before they finish what they were saying. Looking back on this now, I realize how awkward this must be for the other party. Hmm.

You're right: I say so little all the time. I once had somebody on the internet ask me if I was a chatbot. Probably because all I did was either prompt them for more statements (Oh? Is that so? Do tell. Really?), or ask them about their recent statement (How faw away do they live? Is that hard to do?).

Unfazed: Tying in with Gazes Lock. While they are obviously stunned by my ultimate beauty or lost in my captivating gaze, I have no idea that anything is happening. Kelly is all business as usual. So I tend to be ultimately unfazed by any suddenly romantic moments. Also, I tend to be unfazed by any moments of any sort, and thus have a tendency to be unfazed by life.

As I read that dream over again and again, I find more and more little things that have meaning. But I'm too tired, and too lazy, to keep talking about myself.

Like Candy

I don't care what they say,
Goodbyes are sugar-sweet.
They rot your gut
And foul your breath.
And even when they're all gone
They're still not done.
They round out your belly
Or hollow your cheeks.
They leave you down and alone.
So the next time I say hello,
I'm never gonna let you go.
So you and me?
We're sugar-free.

Man I am so tired right now. I think I'll just go to bed.

Worshington

Oh thank God I am back home. I can't wait to sleep tonight, as well as shower.

Also: Warning. Long post ahead. Let me list out what I write about:
- I got to ride a train
- Grandma on my dad's side is old but awesome
- I go to Glacier National Park
- I hike a lot in Glacier
- I nearly die riding a horse in a storm
- I go whitewater rafting in said storm
- I ride the train yet again.

We took a train over to Montana. Like a clickety-clack clickety-clack wooo-wooooo train. we arrived in East Glacier. I love trains, so getting to ride one was a treat for me. We got two rooms on a sleeper car, since our ride was overnight, and my parents refuse to sleep in chairs if they can help it. I took a ton of pictures out my window of the view while we were still in Washington. I just barely managed not to take a picture of what looked to be a Nudists-Over-Ninety Beach Party that was going on. Who the Hell strolls around a Seattle beach naked? The water here is below freezing.

In the evening we got to eat in the dining car. The booths seat four, and I was in a party of three with my family, so they stuck a party of one in the spot next to me. This extra party turned out to be a nice man named John who was from Great Britain. He tried his best to explain Cricket to me, but I'm still pretty confused. It also turned out that he works in the train industry, and was traveling across America by train for a vacation. His room was right across from my parents', so when they got drunk and noisy in the evening, he helped them put their beds together to encourage them to sleep. Smart, smart man.

Sleeping on a train is the opposite of restful. Just so you know. Also, the next morning for breakfast, John was randomly seated with us again. How good for us, since we rather enjoyed his company.

We spent a couple days in Great Falls, Montana, visiting my grandmother (My father's mother) for her birthday. She is now 96. My grandmother also rocks at Bingo, can put away food like nobody's business and still be skinny like Kelly, can hold her own in a game of cards, and is rather pretty for a woman her age. Which is lucky for me, because we look a lot alike. After a couple days in the city, we went over to Glacier.

... If you're not a Montanan, or know anybody from Montana, then you should know I mean Glacier National Park. To be specific, West Glacier.

There, my grandparents (My mother's parents) are working at Many Glacier for the summer. Grandma behind the front desk, Grandpa behind the cashier's desk. They took us on a lot of fun hikes over the next couple days and seriously wore me out. The third day started out a lot of fun with a hike to this beautiful waterfall. It didn't look like much, but I felt adventurous, so I adhered myself to the rocks and climbed up. The farther I went, the more waterfalls I found. Looking back, I can't believe I let myself cross this narrow not so much a ledge as a point outcropping of rock. One side was a sheet 20ft drop onto a cube-shaped rock, the other side crashing water. Okay, maybe not crashing, but swiftly moving. After balancing, shimmying, and gripping my way to the top, there was this 80-year-old man and his wife. There was a nice, gently sloping trail up to the top of the stupid waterfall. But oh well, because you couldn't see the triple-waterfall thinger unless you climbed some rocks. So nyeh.

Later that day, Grandma took me on a two-hour horseback ride. I like horses, and have a lot of experience with riding them. Grandma and I both worried we would get too hot while hiding in the sun, so we brought plenty of water and dressed for the sun. About 10 minutes in, little droplets of water came down from the sky. (No problem for a Washingtonian like me!) about 30 minutes in, we listened to the thunder crash again the mountains. An hour in and it was raining sideways, horses were running off and trying to buck off their riders, I lost feeling to my hands, and we were completely in the open with no protection from the weather. I didn't really start to worry, though, until I realized the rain didn't feel like needles anymore. I was too cold to feel it hitting me anymore. My horse was a real sweetie-pie, requiring only gentle nudges to the side to make him move, and only a slight pop of the reins to make him stop eating. When the other horses were taking control, he stood there patiently, not even bothering to turn his rump towards the rain like horses do naturally. Something spooked him once, though, and he started to run off in a random direction. But turning him back around was really no problem, since he was such a nice horse I didn't even have to force his head to the side to get him to turn, just pull his reins to the side a bit.

Grandma and I got completely soaked. When it rains like that, you'd expect everything except the spot you were sitting to get wet. But the water penetrated my jeans so completely that even that spot I was sitting was nice and wet. We were both shaking violently, and hypothermia was a real threat. Grandma actually managed to warm up a little bit while in the car, while I noticed when I wrapped up in a towel that I wasn't giving off any heat. she drove me back to my room, where we found that the power had gone out. Despite the fact that you're not allowed to take a shower there while the power is out, I took a really long, really hot shower. I do think it saved my life.

The storm continued for the rest of our trip. But that didn't stop us from going whitewater rafting. We put on wet suits, fleece, and rain gear, and paddled out with our guide on this nice stretch of river. It was wicked fun, the the rain let up a bit for us. We took with us a friend my grandmother had made while working. Her name was Lindsey, and she was just a little older than me. She wanted to go rafting all summer, but couldn't get a ride over to East Glacier. She really helped to make the trip a lot of fun. Our guide for the trip was named Kelly. She said she couldn't understand why anyone would want to go rafting on a day like that. When we told her we were all from Washington, thusly live in weather like that, she got really excited. She reads the series Twilight, which is based in Forks, Washington. The entire time we were out, she couldn't help but think about how much the weather reminded her of that book. So we regaled her with stories about the real Forks, Washington, while we paddled for our lives. Afterwards, she made us buffalo burgers and we all had a lovely dinner by the river.

Also, the rain was a different temperature than the river. So in the calm parts of the river, the rainwater would bead up on the surface, and just float around like pearls. It was amazing.

Rain rain rain, we headed back out to the train. Travel travel travel, I spied a hot-air balloon over some lovely green fields with little cottages and a forest not so far off. It was a nice view from my window on the train, but it must have been just as cool being up in that balloon and watching a train go by. Travel some more, another sleepless night on the train, and I am back home.

Tomorrow, I take a friend out to the fair for her birthday. Unless I screwed up, and she is actually in Pennsylvania. Then, I go out with my mother to find some kittens to adopt.

Montana

I'm totaly in Montana right now. And boy do I have a lot to say about the train ride over. But  I'm just too lazy to type it all out on my iPod. Hah!

The Novel Idea

I am going to write a book someday and title it "Stuck in the Bathroom Without Toilet Paper"

And it will be a true story.

Mood Changing

I managed to do nothing today so completely that I can't think of anything to make a post about. So I'd normally just post an interjection, but I can't even think up a good topic for that.

Ermm...

Did you know...
That most people spell 'Hmm' with two M's?
Women are more likely to use the word 'gender' than men?
More than half of the bones in your body are in your hands and feet?
The brain continues to send out electrical signals 37 hours after death?
Humans share at least half of their DNA with a banana.
It is considered good luck to have a frog hop into your home?
Honey never spoils? (It just crystallizes, but heating it fixes that.)
Despite it all, in terms of passenger deaths per mile, space travel is the safest way to go.
If the population continues growing at it's current rate, by 2600 there will literally be no more room for humans on the planet.

Uh... I'm done now.

Magical

Lucky Charms are pretty okay for a cereal. But I have a problem with the new hourglass shape.

Actually, no. I have no problem with the new shape. I love hourglasses. But in order to make room for the hourglass, they got rid of the pot of gold. So now the song doesn't work anymore, since 'hourglasses' is four syllables, and 'pots of gold' is three. Also, my Lucky Charms are worth less than before, unless that is an antique hourglass used by the Queen of England herself to time how long she needed to bake pies back when she was secretly a ragamuffin living in the kitchens.

My Lucky Charms have been devalued.

But also, out of curiosity, what are the little oaty pieces that aren't marshmallows supposed to be? I can see what looks like an Ace of Spades, and a three-leaf clover that could also be an Ace of Clubs. Then there's an Icthus? I'm not so sure I'm okay with the idea of religion in my cereal.

Listless

For some reason I am just happy today. It might have something to do with how my mother finally wasn't home today and I had the chance to get all of these things done. It was nice.

I am a very handy person to have around. On a normal day, I have with me for you to use:

• Chapstick
• Breath Spray
  
• Pliers
• Wire Cutters
• Scissors
• Glue Stick
• Calculator
• Pens & Pencils of any type
• Compact Mirror
  
• The Time
• White-Out
  
• A Spare Book
• Cellphone
  
• Guitar Pick

I seriously just carry this stuff around with me. On an above average day I will also have:

• Toothpaste
• Floss
• Safety Pins
• Duct Tape (Used to be a must, until my mini roll ran out)
• Scotch Tape
• Camera
• Music Player (iPod)
  
• Screwdriver
• A small snack

I'll also have a toothbrush every day I have the mirror, but you can't use it. And to be honest, you'd be amazed at how often someone needs pliers. Usually much more often than someone needs duct tape, I've noticed.

Fluxxing

There are some weird things about my house that seem like are only apparent to me. For example, my fridge makes the same noise as Doctor Who's Tardis when it is landing or about to take off. Also, the water that comes from our fridge tastes moldy, and the best tasting water comes from my sink in the bathroom.

Every morning when the sun comes up, all of the birds start chirping. This is also the time that the birds that live above my bed in the ceiling wake up and start making noise. There are these little vent holes that line the top of my house on the outside. At least, I think they're vent holes. Each of these holes are about an inch-and-a-half wide, and they're all lined with mesh screens to keep birds and buggies out. Of course, the screen just above where my pillow lies has been ripped open. Now a family of birds lives in my ceiling. I'm certain that there are multiple birds, and I'm starting to think it's an entire nest of chicks.

Then every night at midnight, the birds in my ceiling wake up again and start chirping, and mama birdie wakes up all flustered and flaps her wings against my ceiling. This goes on for 30 to 60 minutes. Every night.

Another odd thing about my house; If you don't use a shampoo bottle to hold down one end of the shower curtain, most of the shower water will leak and a large puddle will form. The tap on my dad's sink in his bathroom is backwards, and you turn it left to get cold and right to get hot. Every spring the year before there is a caterpillar infestation, our house is infested by tiny bugs that hang on threads and look like the Metapod Pokemon. The Upper East part of our house doesn't line up with the garage underneath it, and it is suspected that those three rooms were added on as an afterthought. When this house was built, my bedroom did not have a light. A closet light was later added, and when we moved in my father added a bright ceiling light. The light in my room also can't support three light bulbs in it. If I replace the third broken bulb, it will burn out in ten days. There is a dead crane fly in the dining room light, and it has been there since a couple weeks after we installed the light.

Washington 2.0

Aaand back in Washington.

I think I've got, like, an orthodontist appointment, or something.

Hawaii

Now I'm in Hawaii.

Ta-Da!

Washington

Back in Washington.

...I'd really rather be in Maine right now.

Maine

I'm in Maine.

Vinyl Shine

Very few things actually upset me. I'm usually a level person and I generally try to take neutral views on things. Which is why I'm terrible person to come crying to, because I'm absolutely no comfort; I'll just stand there and try to figure out why something happens, as opposed to tell you everything is all right. Or I'll just stand there and be silent--This is a story for another entry. But there is one thing that consistently upsets me, and that's the school system I'm currently enrolled in.

It's not that I hate school. Well, okay, yeah, I don't really like going to school, it's a teenager thing. But it's that I hate the way us students are taught and dealt with. I first noticed something was amiss when I was in ninth grade. Because of overcrowding, freshman still attended junior high, so it was my third and last year in the building before I moved on to and actual high school. I've always been in advanced classes, so to attend my first period class I had to get on a bus from the junior high and be transported to a different school, because my school didn't offer the level of class I was taking. About 20 kids took this bus every morning.

Every morning, I would hurry my mother out the door and make her rush me to school, because I was so afraid of missing this bus. I would get to school, and stand inside the building waiting for them to open this gate that blocked the hallways. I'd get to school at 7:05, when the gate was supposed to open, but it wouldn't actually be opened until 7:15. (School started at 7:25, by the way) I'd squeeze through the gate before it was completely lifted, along with the 20 other kids that took that bus every morning, and I would run to my locker. Every. Damn. Morning. Then I'd run as fast as I could to the front of the school, and I often hopped onto this bus just as it started moving. It didn't help they assigned my damn locker to the far side of the school. The bus, by the way, was supposed to leave at 7:15, when the gate was opening.

If you missed the bus, they'd treat you like some delinquent kid skipping class on purpose and would give you detention and be as rude as possible. I remember they sent me to the library instead of letting me call someone to ask for a ride to class, and I ended up crying in the corner because I didn't want to go home and tell my parents I had gotten two detentions.

I looked at it as getting detention for trying to be prepared for class. The only reason I went to my locker was to grab the book and binder I needed for that first class. I couldn't take the books home with me because my backpack and arms were already full of textbooks for homework in other classes.

I should mention that I'm a very quiet kid in class, and I never make an sort of trouble... In class. Yet, before I ever saw these detentions, I had earned myself an In School Suspension. I remember being freaked ans scared because the other kids in suspension with me were there for things like beating another kid with their books.

I've also gotten into trouble for grabbing onto a friend to get their attention, being in the hallway with a pass, standing next to someone who was being too loud, having a digital camera in school, missing my stop on the bus, and for drinking flavored water. This is all in the same year.

... Oh, woops. I meant to make this post a rant about the websites my high school blocks and the lack of sex education, not a rant about how a good kid like me was getting into constant trouble in junior high. Heh.