I guess you could say today went pretty well. I went to Algebra where all of the good people are and nothing bad happened. Well except for the fact that I don't know how to use this weird calculator no one else has. Then I went to my favorite teacher's class. Mrs. Neal is my reading teacher and is one of the most wonderful people I know. She's an artist and taught me how to play guitar. I get to sit by my friend in there so it went well. Third was good. I filed a lot.
Then came the dreaded fourth period. I sat down in my seat and got out my book. Then the mean guy, we'll call him G, came and yelled out, "She's reading again!" So this is what I said. It may sound harsh but this guy isn't nice to any girl it seems so I just thought he deserved it.
"I'm sorry that I'm reading. I know it's such a stupid pass time and doesn't benefit anyone at all. I think I'll just sit here and bat my eyes and twirl my hair because that is obviously the kind of girl you like. I know that you don't like girls with more than air between their ears."
So after that he sat there a minute, gave me a weird look, and said, "I don't get it."
"Exactly," I said, and picked up my book and read. He didn't say anything to me for the rest of the class period.
My ex boyfriend smiled at me and we talked. It's all okay now.
I went to 5th where all of my friends are and had a good time. The boy in my class with Aspergers Syndrome called me Beautiful Sweet Emma. He's a wonderful person. I wish people wouldn't be mean to him.
6th and 7th were great. I am beginning to like school a lot.
But there is this guy I like. We'll call him D.
D and I have known each other a while and we are wonderful friends. But the weird thing is we've always had crushes on each other, but at different times. Right now it's my turn and he has a girlfriend. But I guess I just need to wait it out. He's a wonderful person. D and I think the same way. He and I love history, and want to travel. We both don't understand why people don't like to learn. I really like him. I hope that something works out.
Well I guess here in a bit I will go to bed.
Maybe I'll dream of Paris. I hope.