why.

i hate essays, i have to do one in class and make-up a late one, which parents (sorta) know about and are getting mad at me over.

i was late to school today and i started to walk to the front office when an administrator opens the gate and calls to me. i was like 'oh, he's going to let me in so i don't have to go to the front office, that's nice of him' then when i get over to him he says 'hey, wait, did you go to the front office already?' 'no' 'oh, you'll have to go through the front office, and i was waiting for that kid' i look behind me and another kid on his bike comes over and the man lets him in as i walk away to the front office as i begin to cry because im stupid to think someone would actually try to help me at all because life hates me.

i get to first period (math) and once again, im late and i dont have my homework. then second period (history) we go to the media center, and we work on some dumb things that have to do with taxes and financing. the teacher begins to bother me about something that she had been harassing me about for the entire week, and i find her extremely annoying and i want to rip out her throat. third period (health) the teacher is as cheerfully disturbing as usual and he wants us to share things about ourselves, like how our peers, family, enviroment, and media has affected how we act, talk, and think. luckily, i avoid having to speak. fourth (office aid in the media center) there was a big history project and they were judging