I am sorry to announce that this will be my final post on this blog. My parents and I have decided that my safety was being compromised at this school and we made the decision to pull me out before the year ended. Thank you to everyone who gave me advice and read my crazy stories.
If you have ever been enrolled in a public middle school, you know that boys can cause just as much drama as the girls. Despite what everyone thinks, guys can be mean, nasty backstabbers too. So far I’ve tried not to dwell too deep into my ‘personal’ life but I feel today is a good day to make a small exception. About two weeks ago, my boyfriend had broken up with me for no apparent reason. I was pretty furious as you might expect a girl to be. A week passed without us talking or having any communication, and then came Friday… I was putting my books back in my locker when one of my good friends ‘Kelly’ walked up behind me with a small letter in her hand. She handed it to me and scurried off to her locker. I peered down after her before tearing open the note. It was only about a half a page but that half-page was filled with some really sappy, cute stuff from my ex ‘Drake’. At the bottom of this cutesy note, Drake asked me if I would be willing to give him a second chance. I thought long and hard about this for a few hours and came to verdict that I would give him another try (mistake!). He was thrilled when I told him but his excitement quickly wore off.
Come Wednesday, he began ignoring me. After a long day of school, I texted him asking why he was so mad at me. He replied “No I just cant get attached to someone thats moving and I didnt know u were moving so sorry”. The funny thing about this is the fact that I’m only “moving” for two months and then coming back. This made me even more furious than before and I was ready to punch him. The next day made everything worse. Kelly ran up to me that morning asking me if I knew Damion was cheating on me. I froze, I mean, I knew he wasn’t the greatest guy but… Cheating?? She started ranting about how today Drake had gotten back with his ex-girlfriend ‘Maddy’ and that they were being really intimate that morning. Sighing, I told her how we had broken up last night. I only wish that made a difference to my heart, even though we were “over”, everything was so fresh and I couldn’t see how he could have moved on in a day. The rest of that day consisted of concerned friends and acquaintances asking me about what had happened and me re-living every moment over and over again. Well children, the moral of this story is that people don’t change over the course of a week so be careful who you’re giving second chances to.
Yayyy it’s finally here! My family and I will be heading down to Belize for 9 days to get away from all the drama of society. I will post pictures when I return 🙂
So about 4 months ago, I decided I wanted to apply to Fountain Valley School of Colorado; a private college preparatory boarding school. My brother is currently enrolled as a sophomore there and he loves it. So yesterday I was having one of my “down” days, nothing was going well and the universe seemed out to get me. But then my dad delivered the news that I had been accepted into FVS!! Now comes to long and difficult journey to success.
TCAP is a standardized test to predict what classes you will be put in the following year, kids in grades 3-8 participate in TCAP testing once a year. It has to be one of the most strict and boring tests I have ever had a part in. From 8:10 to 11:00 AM the students are not allowed to talk or leave their seats without proper clearance from the teacher. If you need a pencil, you have to raise your hand and wait for the teacher to come over and retrieve it for you. If do as much as tap your pencil against your desk, you will get an office referral and a call home will be made. There is absolutely no trust between teachers and students, and quite frankly I don’t blame the teachers not trusting the students because some of these kids are crazy.
For most teenage girl the word ‘glasses’ is one to evoke fear and terror; for me however, I think of glasses as a way to express my individuality. I suffer from tourette syndrome, one of my ‘tics’ involves my eyes constantly going in and out of focus and my doctor recommended glasses to try and calm my eyes. I’ve grown up wearing glasses but when I hit middle school I decided to lose the four-eyed look and just put up with having impaired vision. Yesterday I went to a glasses store and purchased these big, clunky, groovy, and well, amazing glasses. And that brings me to my next story…
On Friday, I borrowed my brother’s nerdy blue fake glasses. I wore them to school and everyone love them… well everyone except my math teacher. I’m a good student, and I especially love math, so I have a rather good relationship with my math teacher. I walked into math class with all the poise and confidence in the world, I went straight to preparing my supplies for class. My teacher walked over to my desk and paused, I looked up at her curious as to why she was glaring down at me. “Terra take those glasses off right now, I do no ever want to see those again. If they aren’t prescription don’t wear them.” She snapped at me. At first I honestly thought she was joking but after about 10 seconds of her boring down at me, I realized she clearly wasn’t. Now, all of this might make sense to you; don’t wear sunglasses in school because they obstruct your vision. Well, the glasses I was wearing were completely clear, they had absolutely no infringement on my vision and I honestly don’t understand why I was forced so boorishly to take them off. It seems the teachers here just like to put themselves in control of every situation, even if there is no need for someone to be in control.