Today was the start of another unfortunate day.
I got to school and there was nothing of interest. We took our math tests in ELA. I don’t know why.
Nicole was being loud again, Andrew was drawing on his paper, and I was there looking depressed. Everyone else seemed happy, but I couldn’t find a reason to be happy today. It was Friday, and that was the only upside to my day.
We took our tests, and I’m pretty sure I did rather well.
Then we had to read that disgusting book again. No, I don not hate it just because the protagonist is a female. It’s because there were too many obvious plot twists. I can already predict that the main character will learn a bunch of life lessons, and start over her life.
After that, I went to recess- I mean “activity time”. If you have not read my most recent post, you should, so you know what I’m talking about. There, I find Kevin and Dane. Dane is a weirdo, but I still hang out with him. Dane looks like a carrot that was left in the sun for too long. In other words, he looks like a raisin.
We played basketball in the upper gym. For some reason, we are only allowed to play HORSE and Knockout up there. Rules are dumb.
I line up for lunch. Lunch sucked because they were not serving anything good, so I had to get PB and J. It also sucked because we had silent lunch. The previous day, the teacher- oops, I mean “lunch monitor” (a name the choir teacher gives himself when he monitors lunch) made us have silent lunch today because we were leaving a trail of trash. I had looked around, and I saw no garbage. He made us stay in the cafeteria and “clean up”. Well, there was nothing to clean up, so we just stood around for a few seconds, and walked out the door. He gave us a mean stare as we left. One day, he is going to jail if he doesn’t take a chill pill.
I went to homeroom, and had to bear through that bad book. I left for science class, and we checked on our terrariums. A week ago, we got soda bottles and poured soil in them. We planted seeds, and we watched them grow. I think my bean died; the water is not leaving the soil. After I payed my respects to the dead bean, we reviewed this year’s topics, which were boring. Then, the class switched seats with people. Nothing happened after that. Wait, the teacher gave us a brain teaser. She made us repeat what she did. She tapped each finger on her left hand and said “Johnny” every time she did. When she got to the gap between her index finger and thumb, she slid her finger on the gap and said, “Whoops!” and repeated it backwards.
In math class, we didn’t do much. I was about to fall asleep when she pulled out a sheet. There were four rows of three on it. In each square, there was a paw. She explained if you did something bad, she would cross off a paw. One paw crossed off equals half an hour in the “work room”. If you had the row of three paws left by Friday, you went to the “Fun and Enrichment Room”. The “Work Room” was just a code for torture room. I did not want to go to the “Work Room”. But that was the trick. I had to be good. I was trapped; I could be good and rewarded, or bad and punished.
I was still thinking about it in band class. I pulled out my trumpet, which I’m getting better at. There was a substitute teacher, and he told us to practice and do whatever we want while he read what I think was a cat article. Kyle, a fellow trumpet player, and Vadim, a saxophone player sat next to me. We played some music until Kyle started sounding really lousy. Vadim told him it was probably the spit forming in his trumpet. So Kyle opened the spit valve, and blew hard into the trumpet. I watched in horror as a clear liquid oozed onto the floor. I tell Kyle you’re supposed to do it over a sink.
“Oh,” Kyle says.
“Clean it up,” I tell him.
Kyle refused, and continued playing the trumpet. I give him two tickets. If you don’t know what tickets are, the are small pieces of paper you get when you’re good. You use them for the quarterly raffle. Well, it was a waste of tickets to give him. All he did was drop the tickets into the puddle of spit. Kyle can be gross. I bug him to clean up his spit. So he takes the second ticket and drops it in the puddle too. Then he gets down and starts RUBBING MY TICKETS INTO THE SPIT.
“To soak it in,” he says.
He then starts stepping on it with his shoe. The bell rings, and I rush out of there.
Ninth period was free time, so I played games on my Chromebook the whole time. After that, I go to pick up my trumpet from band class. The door is locked, so I have to wait a while.
Dad picks Khang and I up a few minutes later. Then we drive off to pick up Bien. I throw and catch the eraser brain (referenced in my recent post) as I walk down the sidewalk. I throw it up, but I can’t catch it. It hits a fence and goes into someone’s property. Khang picked up Bien, and we head home. I read TL’s recent post. I’m going to comment on it after this. Then I start typing this blog. That was my day.
Goodbye,
Nam