During second block, this guy in my APUSH class said I always look really bored. Well, duh. It's APUSH and we hardly discuss anything that's relevant, so I'm left with a lot of time to kill in that class....of course I'm bored. There's not much I can do when Dr. McBee is off on some tangent and I can't tune him out.
He then proceeded to call me a God among insects (intellectually speaking, he specified). Umm....no, sorry. I'm not. He also keeps asking me why I'm not in a magnet school. I don't know how to answer this; I can only shrug so often. Honestly might be a start. "I did try to get into a magnet school, but for some reason my writing score wasn't high enough, yet my math score (which also happened to be my highest score) was. Yes, I'm still trying to figure this out, too. So, there you go--proof I'm not good enough for a magnet school. Content?" I don't like talking about it.
Then in third block, my teacher told me that I looked mad. I kind of laughed at this and said no...but yeah, I am ticked that my school is making me take wellness when I already took health as a freshman. But still, I didn't think I looked angry. Bored perhaps, lackadaisical, definitely....I thought my face was more expressionless. Guess not?
And then, as I'm reading MasterPlots in the library, this kid comes up to me, asks my name, then proceeds to tell me he's "got a guy that's interested" in me. He then checks if I'm single. I have many issues with this. First of all, uhhh, who are you? Second of all, I have no idea who he's talking about and he's a wimp to send some other guy over to tell me this. Do it yourself, pansy. How old are we? Third of all, even if I was interested (although I have no idea what he even looks like other than he was wearing a gray shirt?) I don't know who this person is. My mom told me to stay away from strangers, and I think that's an excellent philosophy. No thanks.
The worst part: I could feel my face turning red. But luckily I was bent over reading, so no one saw it and I was left to myself, feeling awkward, peeved, and annoyed.
Then I noticed that MasterPlots was published by the Salem Printing Press, and I laughed.
And then...this kid next to me, in the Media Center, asked me if I was a student. After replying in the affirmative, he says, "Oh, I thought the ring you were wearing was a wedding ring. My bad."
What is with today??
