Eagle day at my high school is basically a day in August before the school year starts that you get to pick out your locker, see your schedule, order your yearbook, and find your classes (etc.). I wouldn't know what you would call that for other schools. Well eagle day this year fell on August 19th. I got their and (surprise-surprise) I had everyone staring at me and pointing and talking about me. Whether good or bad, I have no idea, but I sure felt self-concious. I didn't show my nerves though, because this year in not backing down. I won't let anyone walk all over me like before. I'm gonna be a strong and independent woman, and no ones gonna stop me. I grab my yearbook forms and picture forms and stuff and sure enough I went to go get my schedule at station #4 and this sophomore bi*** cuts infront of me when I was waiting paitently in line. I am appalled at this point and I tap her (at least I think it's a girl, it could be either though) on the shoulder and she turns around and I lost it. I say in a rude and loud tone "hey, I'm not invisible. HEY. I was in line, RUDE! Don't you EVER cut in line again. I have places to be too, ya know!?" And she just looks at me. I called her a "bit**" and told her to step back in line, and she backed off. I got my schedule and finished all that I had to do. I was already nervous, and with everyone talking about me and with me having to remember certain things and with me worried about if I'll be in 10th again or in 11th finally I was scared and having a hard day already, like I said, I'm taking no bull this year. I'm sick of being pushed around, I'm not that sweet and innocent little girl I used to be. Anyways, so right when we are about to leave I take a closer look at my schedule and realize I have a teacher on their who used to torment me and bully me and stuff. He would say I was one of the most worthless students in his freshman classes and that I was a giant waste of his time and he'd give me E's when I clearly deserved at least a B if not A. I went to the office and requested my schedule to be changed to the other teacher in the school who teaches the same class. Then when I got in my vehicle, I realized that means either I get my new schedule on the first day of school, or I have to talk to my guidance counselor at school who I've been trying to avoid. I had a certain issue last year that I'll touch up on later and I was called down and he called up my mother and made her waste money on gas and a doctors appointment when I'm perfectly healthy and i have a high IQ and I am perfectly sane. Here's a summarized easy to follow not giving all the deats yet tho cause that's for another entry background story as to why: I go to a ghetto school near Detroit so a lot of the desks in my classes are torn up, well I was messing around with my ex-bestfriend and I slipped and got scratched on my hip from the piece of metal sticking out of the desk. A girl who hated me lied to him and said that I cut myself their so no one would see. I have had issues in the past with depression and self harm and so on and so forth and it was in my school records so he believed her naturally and he called me down. Now, even tho he's supposed to be a professional, he even agreed that she was acting funny when she told him and that I seemed perfectly fine to him, but even though his better judgement told him I was telling the truth and she was lying, he still f**king called my mother FROM WORK. Telling her these bullshit lies. He said "oh, no it couldn't be the desk, we don't want a lawsuit on our hands, let's just label her crazy and pretend nothing happened. He hid the chair in the school basement, and made my mom get me to a doctor otherwise he would've called CPS (child protective services) and then when we went their my doctor was shocked at the report, finding me amusing and kind and that I reminded her of her own daughter. She checked the cuts and agreed they were from a rusty old metal school desk, and said I was perfectly healthy physically and mentally other then me being slightly over weight. She signed off on the doctors note and found his reaction horrible. We went back to the school the following school day and talked to him, you know what happened next?? He wanted to save his ass, that's what. He looked concerned reading the doctors note, almost nervous, then he goes with a shaky voice "oh well, I guess she's fine.. Bu-but she still needs counseling for being shy! Yes, shy! It's bad and you don't know, usually the shy ones end up being serial killers, I must take her out of class each week for a session, yes." My mother, in shock for multiple reasons and one being the fact that you can tell he's jittery, the other that when she was in school she didn't have very many friends and she too was shy and she turned out outgoing and happy and having a pretty good life so she took personal offense to that especially cause I'm her daughter, says "oh my god, are you serious?! Shyness is a personality trait. Not something to be 'fixed'. My daughter is perfectly fine, just ask her DOCTOR! She has many friends and is very outgoing, she just shys away from new people or unfamiliar surroundings, it's her personality. She gets over it. There is nothing WRONG with her! She ESPECIALLY doesn't need counseling for being shy! What?!" He responds: "she could me mental, we should look into having her turned into a mental school asylum for teens, a juvy hall would suit" my mother, pissed off at this point: "what the hell is wrong with you?! Especially to want to take her out of classes once a week, taking away her education for something she doesn't need, she has enough trouble as it is with grades! Leave her alone! She isn't crazy, you, sir, are the crazy one!!!" And yeah it was this big thing. Ever since then I've avoided him and he hates me and I hate him. He tried calling a bus to get me picked Up from school to make sure I went to that juvy school he mentioned for the crazies. And now I'm petrified of having to talk to him incase I need to change my schedule, cause what if he pulls some kinda bull like that again?!?! Anyways... So I think the best thing that came out of eagle day was the fact that as I was walking out the door, I looked at the papers I received, and realized it said 11th grade! YES! I'm a junior!!!!! WHOOP WHOOP YAHOOOOOOOYAH!!!!!!! YAY! So excited. Maybe I will graduate on time, starting junior year as a 16 year old. Life is a roller coaster, but every one has their bad and good days. I know I'll survive. Stay strong my fellow readers, life gets better, I promise. I've been in pretty dark situations, but lift your head up, I'm here for you, your spouse is here for you, your best friend, family, parents, teachers, sibling, babysitter, nanny, home room teacher, whoever it may be, we all are cheering for you. You're gonna do great in life, I promise, I believe in you! :) Blessed be...
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All pictures here of me were taken on/during Eagle day. Just sayin. Lol.
P.s. (I love this pentacle someone crafted, want one so bad! Wish there was a freebie site for Wiccans LOL 'yeah, right'.)