FML

when life's a bitch what do i turn to? my friends. because in reality, thats all i really have. So the story so far:

ok, well I have a 3B lunch. At school period three is split into three different parts: 3A, 3B, and 3C. 3A is the grade ten lunch, 3C is grades 11 and 12, and 3B is grade nine. Which means that my class is split into two amazingly long 40 minute time slot-thingys. Oh joy.
On top of my tendency towards not knowing the time, I have the monstrosity of a teacher: mr.clouthier (his name doesnt deserve to be capitilized). Well anyways, he enjoys closing the door at least two minutes BEFORE the bell rings, and wont answer it gain unless u kick it real hard, and even then its only opened cuz a student takes pity on you.
So you may correctly come to the conclusion that many people are late for his class, myself included. The highest ever-which i just so happened to be a part of- was 14, which is a little less than half the class (38 people just saying ;] ). And Ive managed to make myself late 9 times.
So as expected, I got a detention for the third time. Well, I had skipped the first one and gotten refferred to my VP, so I never did that again. But this time, detention was on a friday, and fridays are the days I get a ride home from Chris. So I said I couldnt make it and can I make it up another day. And he said yes. So I head home, painfully pretend to enjoy my agonizingly awful weekend (another time) and come back to school on Monday, where two wonderful friends of mine drag me to the attendance line, making me late, and I end up having to get an admit slip anyways. So I head back towards religion.
About 15 minutes through our hugenormous unit test, the phone rings and the teacher says that I gotta go down to see Ms.Trinka. Without even saying hello, guess what she says: your suspended. WTF?!?!? And when I ask her why, guess what? Apparently I skipped clouthier's detention. I TOLD HIM I WASNT GOING?!?@?#?$?#@! And then shes like get your stuff and go home. What the hell? Im not even allowed to walk home with my friends. What makes you think Ill be allowed to just go home?!? So I told her. At first she's like, yeah you can do it in the office. OK fine with me. Then she's like no, dont come to school tommorow. And tommorow is Civies Day. Great. The one day a month we dont have to wear our uniform. Bitch.
Well Im home now and my mom is going to murder me. Wonderful. Life just loves me doesnt it?

ttfn
Jemina

Well Its a Start...

well, im starting late so dont make fun of me! ok, i had a blog BEFORE this but i never used it and i lost my email password so i never thought about it again. so now, im going to try a second time, but actually USE it. so a little about me:

Im 14 years old.

I go to Notre Dame.

I do not have a learning disability or the works, but i am a very hiper child.

I like to write, play the piano (though im still learning!), read, and watch old time movies.

I am eccentrically different, but I can go with the flow if necessary. [just saying- I am NOT mainstream! ; ) ]

So thats it for now. Bye u guys!

ttfn

Jemina <3