hello, I'm kinda of seeing that people r getting annoyed with me arguing with "other people". sorry, i just can't help it. I mean, I can't talk to my school counselor, she has the BIGGEST mouth in the world, and I would talk to my friends, but they are in their own little world. So the only place i can turn to is the audience of the internet blog users. sigh, i wish i had control over things, but i see i only make things worst.

i had to start school at period 0, which is at 7: 45, and plus i had to attend afterschool for another 2 hrs, which now i'm pooped! and to make things worst, all day we did english!! When it was time for science, "it's ELA(English Language arts) time!, Spanish" It's ELA time!" and even Social Studies "It's time to take out ur ELA books!!! I mean AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! alll freakin day, for 9 hours!!!!! i feel like crying. but i'm ok. and they're doing this so we can pass the frakin state test with "flying colors". I mean, i think we understand it already. and i have to go through the same process tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that!! And you know the day of Martin Luther King Jr., well, they want us to come to school on that day too!! From 9:30- 12 they say. and for my class, it's mandatory that we come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think that i'm going to explode from all of this work. i really miss the seventh grade.

And to put the cherry on my day, i am still being ignored by that certain "loser" I mean, he came to my teacher and told her that he couldn't come to afterschool because "there was an emergency at home" and blah  can't make it and blah blah blah, so the teach let him go, but when the class was over, me and my friend decided to go to Beacon, this org. filled with activities, and who do i see there, the freakin loser!! And o boy, he knows that I saw him, cause then he got madd worried. you see my mom and his mom went to school together, so... if she finds out that he cut class, and went to play basketball, oooooooooo he's in big trouble, but he's lucky i'm not a snitch, all though i still should have done it because of the way he's been treating me. but anyway, my life is slowwwwwllllllyyyyyy becoming sadder by the days, so if i come on tomorrow, bring a box of tissues. peace.