Helllllllllllllllloo, guys. I decided that today I'm not only going to tell about my day, but put a song I wrote up. :)
So, today was pretty boring up until 3rd block; PE. 3rd block was amazing. We were doing the consession for the Rugby Tournament that my school was holding, and it was Caitlin, Brittany, Geoff, Austin and I. Oh, and James, too. But, anyway. It's always amusing with Geoff there, haha.
So, today I decided to wear a spagetti strap blue shirt, and a small vest-like thing without sleeves, because I forgot it was a half day today, and that we were outside for PE. But, anyway, I was standing with my arms crossed today, and Geoff walked over and was like "What on EARTH are you wearing?!" and I was like "I forgot it was a half day today, and I for got we were outside..." and he was like "Oh, well that explains it." Then Caitlin laughed at me. :P It was odd.
But, anyway, I decided to stay and help out for 4th block, so I went to go tell me Planning 10 teacher, Mrs. Miller, and she completely spazzed. The conversation;
Me: Mrs. Miller, I have to go help out with the concession at the Rugby Tournament, and I'm going to work on my Essay while I'm there.
Miller: Your name's not on the list.
Me: Well, yeah. Caitlin forgot to sign me up. I've already asked Mr. Wicker and he's fine with it.
Miller: Do you have a note?
Me: No...
Miller: Then you're not leaving. Either go get a note or sit down.
Me: I can't exactally go ask Wicker for a note, he's in the middle of organizing the Rugby tournament.
Miller: Well, you should've got a note yesterday, or told me yesterday.
Me: I didn't know me name wouldn't be on the list!
Miller: Why do you even need to go?
Me: Becuase I need the hours for PE Leadership. We need 15 hours a term, and half of it has to be in school.
Miller: Well go get a note.
The class: She's fine, Miller! She can be trusted! Just let her go.
Jack: Just go, Breanna.
Me: *Sigh.* Mr. Wicker is kinda really busy.
Miller: Then sit down.
Me: Fine. I'll go get a note. *Eye roll/storm out of class room.*
So, I went back to the PE office on the other side of the school and asked Wicker, who was really busy, for a note. He nicely gave it to me, and I stormed back to Millers class and handed it to her. She didn't even read it. She just said "Fine."
You'd think she'd be okay with me going. I SAID I'd work on the essay, but NOOOOO. I needed a note. GOD I hate her.
My Song; (Another One Is Gone)
Maybe someday you’ll hear this song,
And understand that all along,
There’s been something more I’m trying to say,
Then what I do each day.
I wish everyone could see,
How hard I try to fit in,
I laugh at your jokes,
I try hard to be,
Everything but me.
Another one is gone,
Another try,
Another friend,
Another lie.
What’s left to say, now?
No one knows,
That I’ve never really felt,
Good about myself.
I want to make a statement,
I want everyone to see it, too.
I try to be myself,
But it’s over now.
It’s long gone, now.
I’ve lost myself in this mess,
I guess it’s what I do best,
Nothing’s goin’ my way.
Another one is gone,
Another try,
Another friend,
Another lie.
What’s left to say, now?
I wish that you would understand,
How hard I want to be friends,
But no matter what, it doesn’t go right,
For me.
I’m used to lying to fit in,
I’m used to being hated,
Everything is wrong,
And now it’s gone.
Another one is gone,
Another try,
Another friend,
Another lie.
What’s left to say, now?
I look to you,
You look away,
I try to look in your eyes,
But you’re not looking back,
You don’t care,
That there’s something I’m trying to say,
Every single day,
There’s more I wanna say.
Every day, every day.
©Breanna Gagnon 2010
