Okay, so I have less than 5 minutes left on my laptop, but what they don't understand is, I need it with me. Today was officially one of the worst days of my life.

I refrain from saying that in serious subjects, as I know that so many people have a worse life than me, and a harder time, but seriously. My eyes hurt from the crying. I hate crying. It's rather annoying.

Anyway, I get to school and my best friend isn't there (Donkey) Fair enough, she's at a KWN awards ceremony and I'm ecstatic for her as she worked so hard towards it, but I'm going to selfishly miss her, I know then. However, I meet up with Michael and Sally and we walk to our first lesson. It starts off really well. Sure, Aaron (Annoying) steals my paper and scrunches it, and Dave starts throwing paper at me, and the teacher doesn't get into the main talk for 15 minutes - but that's just normal. In fact, I'm used to it.

Second lesson is maths. Grr. I hate maths, and at the moment, we're studying surds. I can't rant much any more :P as I have been for a few hours now, but an example of the coursework I just had to complete was

5¬7 / 11 + ¬11

¬ = Square root, which equals surd.

I don't understand it, and I ask my teacher to explain it, so he goes off on one about how I should pay attention, and if I didn't understand such a "simple concept" then why was I in his class. (Bearing in mind, I have asked to be moved down a set on more than one occasion)

Anyway, moving on. Lunchtime, we get water thrown over us, me over my completed homework and Sally over her art project and "DYKES!" Is shouted. Again, we just smile weakly. To be honest, we're not the most popular group ever, so we have to get used to it.

But it was the end of the day that finished me. I was in RE - a boring lesson as nobody in our school is particularly religious - sitting reading some text about Euthanasia, when a boy from my childhood, an old friend leant his head round the door. I smiled up at him, but he glared at me with hatred in his eyes and spat at the top of his voice.
"Sian's a fag!"

I raised an eyebrow, trying not to show how much it hurt me (it's quite a common insult at our school, everyone is obsessed with homosexuality, but still) -rolls eyes- and he shouted it again, and this time, people joined in - and I didn't have Donkey to help me.

To be honest, I don't care what they think about me. It's just the fact that they all seem to gang up on my friends, and I can't do anything. There's already some evil spot of doom on my record for slapping a boy for hurting my friend, and I really don't know what to do about them.

Anyway, rant over :P I feel a bit better. Anyone got any suggestions? I really am dreading school tomorrow.
April 28th, 2008 at 08:03pm