im so cool at school. the majority of 6th grade knows me, a few 7th and 8th graders know me cause of thuclam and i talk to them too. its natural for everyone to have drama right. i have! with these girls that for some reason hated me for being too cool. but this year were all good. but my friends are always having drama with other people. and i cant really be like: yeah those girls suck too, theyre so ugly and uncool. cause theyre also my friends. but i do, i just dont really mean it. i honestly hold grudges against everyone in my school. other than people that i talk to everyday. when my main best friend isnt around for a few days, i switch into different friend groups, and none of them really have a problem with me. now, my “racist” friends. leilah and giselle. everytime i cross paths with them, i hear like: hey asian! thucquyen are u gonna at my dog later? i dont take racist jokes personal from my friends. but its literally the only topic they talk about. my friend zach was walking past me during a passing period and he looked at me and turned back to his friend and was like: dude what if thucquyen heard? and i heard, this one other guy was making a racist joke to this other asian kid in my grade. but hes really sensitive and probably doesnt like fighting people. i was pretty mad but then cause the person that made the joke was my friend. but turns out it wasnt him and was a dumb new kid that was just trying to make friends, which isnt gonna work out cause hes dumb.
my school is horrible. all the exit signs are either gone, or just on thin ice from falling off. i was at breakfast with my friend, and then i heard a student and teacher fighting. with words. the teacher, she was a 5th grade teacher last year, and everybody hated her more than anything else in the world. her class last year raised over 100$ just to pie her in the face (j know that cause i was da student council president, so cool). and here she was again, yelling at an 8th grader for having his phone out. but the 8th grader wasnt even trying to jsut piss her off. she kept going off about how bad it is to have a phone out or something. and she was screaming her heart out. so i could hear her so clearly. the 8th grader was like: girl why da heo is you screaming at me, my phone is gone, get over it. ok he didnt say those exact words, but he really wanted to stop talking to her, but i guess she made him really mad. so he just kept talking back to the teacher. and then they took him to the office and was never seen again. 8th graders, so wow.