Oh, let me tell you…

Wait, who’s going to miss me? And why? If you’re going to leave strange notes that I don’t understand, at least you could tell me who you are! *utterly confused*

So here we are… on the brink of Nashville… and God I need to go now.

I definitely have a date to winter formal! I’m really excited… Scott and I will have fun, especially with the physics group. Now to find a dress… everyone seems to want to help me find a dress… it’s crazy. Absolutely insane. Obviously I’m not buying one without my mom… she has a knack for finding the perfect dress for me, and it’s fun to go dress shopping with her. Dani and I may go looking around tonight for my dress. Gretchen wanted to tomorrow, perhaps. And then even ALEX wants to go shopping with me! (Of course he wants to go shopping for himself while we’re at it… but whatever.) I told him I’d go with him, but I would save the dress shopping for Dani, Gretchen, and Mom. Did I ever tell you that my mom is one of my best friends? No, I probably didn’t. I probably didn’t know before this week.

Let me tell you about how stupid my school can be. Let me tell you about the ill-educated security guards and policemen work at the hell hole my bookbag calls home. This morning I had to be at the Municipal Court in order to get my senior project application signed by my “on-site coordinator”, the bailiff. He asked me to come between 7:30 and 7:40am. Well, my school unfortunately starts at 7:20, so I was late going to school. It just so happens that this morning there was a winter sports assembly, and the National Merit Scholars (that would be me) were to be recognized at the opening of it. I figured I’d miss that no matter what.

Anyway, my dad walked me into school to help me sign in, because they are really stupid in the attendance center and I figured they might believe me a little more if I had my father with me. I guess I was wrong. The lady looked at me suspiciously and asked, “Why are you late?” Well, I was getting a signature from the bailiff… “Well, do you have any note from him or proof or anything?” glaring at me, taking no notice of my father. Yeah, actually I do, (bitch). I pulled out the form that I got signed for her to see. After that she was just as nice as she could be… what a hypocrite. I said goodbye to my dad, and started up the stairs to my locker. “Young lady, where are you going? There’s an assembly going on, you have to go straight there,” a voice from the security booth calls out. (First of all, young lady my ass… I’m a legal adult, entirely more mature than you, and much more intelligent. Ego anyone?) I’m just putting my stuff away… “I’m sorry, you can’t.” (Take note that this is the same female security guard that… well, she’s just a moron, ok?) Um, what? Are you serious? “Yeah, that’s one of your punishments for being late,” some big black guy in a similar uniform who tries to be sweet or something says to me. PUNISHMENT? Oh my gosh… I didn’t do anything wrong!

This is where I could’ve easily blown my top and gone off on him, saying something along the lines of screw you, I’m putting my stuff in my locker. But I didn’t. Instead I said, Couldn’t I at least put my stuff in the band room? I wasn’t about to take it all to the assembly… especially when I was IN it… no way in hell. The big guy just looked at me with some distrustful evil look, about to say no, when the woman said, “Ok, but make it fast!” Then to the guy she said, “The band room’s right down the hall, I’ll watch her.” Well, I’m glad I need a chaperone for walking down the hall. I (quickly) walked to the band room, put down my junk, and proceeded to the gym.

When I got there, Mr. K was standing outside and gave me a hard time about being so late. I talked to him for a little while about shadowing the judge and the bailiff and all that fun stuff that I’m going to do for senior project. Then I heard my name being called out along with the other National Merit Scholars. I quickly interrupted, saying I was supposed to be in there right now, went into the gym, listened to the pledge (dutifully said by one Sir Garett), and then took my seat with the nerdlings.

“What is the point of this story?” you ask. The point is to realize the stupidity and ridiculousness of many schools, their attendence policies, and especially some of the staff members. Especially mine.