This was the worst, aka the saddest, week ever! Monday went unexpectedly well, I went home early because of...well, it's a girl thing. On Tuesday, I was a little unaware that somebody at our school died. And it wasn't just somebody, it was a friend of mine. He was run over by a train on Monday. I heard twoo things, though:
1. That he was chasing his dog and a train came and killed him, and
2. He was crossing the tracks to school, when he saw two trains. One slow, the other fast. He passed the slow one. But he thought he could get the fast one, but, sadly, he couldn't.
When I heard this, I actually cried. Don't get me wrong, I cry a lot, and I cry easily. But I just cried, along with others, because we all knew him well. Ever since the 6th grade. I heard Tim, my other friend, was so pissed, he was punching walls.
Wednesday was our honor roll breakfast. I had noticed that the boy, let's call him Eark (that was his real nickname), got honor roll as well. But the sad part was, that his parents came to pick his award up. I cried, again. Because how would you feel if you died, and your parents had to get something special for you? That's just sad. One of his teachers read a couple of poems that Eark (and another person) wrote for a poetry contest. Then the principal said that he was going to put up a drawing that he did in the halls so we can remember him as we pass by. When everyone else was called up for their awards, including me, there wasn't any usual loud cheering and applause. This was a really sad moment for all of us.
Thursday, it was a half-day, but I didn't go to school, because it's Take Your Children to Work Day. But forget work, we had to go get my hair done! But the dumb part was, my hairdresser never showed up! So we went to the mall, and then we did our usual routine (pick up my brother, my other brother, go to stores, etc.), and then go home. What a waste of day that was! But luckily, I got my hair done today, April 26th, 2008.
Friday, I woke up, and got ready for school, like usual. I was about to eat breakfast, and then my phone went off. I felt it vibrating, I knew it was someone calling. I had to miss it, though, because I was thinking it wasn't that important. Then there was another call. I'm thinking, "Who the heck is calling me so early in the morning? Can't it wait until we get to school? What could be so important?" Then I get a text message. It was from my friend Surya. She had said, "My nephew died." I'm about to text back, "WHAT? Stop playing, your nephew ain't dead." But then I call her immediately. She tells me that her nephew died that morning, because he wasn't breathing.I was like, "I'm so sorry." I was on the brink of crying, again, for the third time this week! Then she said she wasn't going to come to school that day. I'm like, ok. Then I hang up. After that, we set off to school. Right when I go into the school building, I knew I should have stayed home. Because at 8:00, we had to go to some lame-ass assembly. And by lame, I mean LAME! It was so boring. It was this junk about succeeding in life, if you can believe you can achieve, your mind revolves around your character, we all have confidence, if you have confidence, you can do whatever you want to do, Oh SHUT UP!!! We've heard this crap about a million bazillion times! I hear this crap enough on television, especially stuff like Barney! And I hate Barney! It was so boring. In fact, I was so bored, I almost cried myself to sleep, because Surya wasn't there, and her nephew died. (He was born on March 15, 2008. Same day I got my first perm. He was only 1 month and 10 days old! :cry: ) I sat by myself, but at least Kari was there. She sat on another side of the room, but at least she was there. After teh stupid presentation, we had some snack. We either got a burrito, or some s***-looking food, which was a bagel slice with melted cheese and sausage on it. Whoever made that, what were they thinking? It tasted so much like crap, it was so nasty! I felt like throwing up. When we went to our fifth period, I actually spit in the trash can. I've never spit in a trash can in my entire life! But I think that was the first time!
So to conclude, Friday was complete chicken dookie. The whole week was chicken dookie! I cried three times, the third time almost crying. I almost forgot to mention, Friday, almost everybody abandoned me at the stupid assembly! They completely ignored me! Why? This is why I hate the ghetto! (Speaking of the ghetto, if you drop by my myspace someday, look at my blog entry, "Top 5 Reasons to Hate the Ghetto". You might find it pretty true. But note that I'm not making fun of the ENTIRE black community, just the ghetto. There's black people, like me, who actually want to succeed in life. Read it when you get a chance!)
Wow, this was extra long, but it was worth the writing! :P
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