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Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Was It A Good Day, Or a Bad?

Hey how is everyone out there in the web universe doing? I know that if you follow my blog you'll notice that I've been gone for quite awhile now, and I don't like it one bit. Hopefully, I'll be able to find the time to keep you all informed about the goings on in my life. Nothing too exciting has happened in this new year. Certainly nothing as disastrous as what happened last New Years Eve. (For those of you who don't know what happened go back to last January in my blog and read all about it.)

I started back to school last week, so I'm half way through week two. Actually, I was really excited to go back. I was starting to get bored with my vacation. Which usually happens because I'm a freak and love to go to school and learn. The only thing I hate about high school is all the drama. I swear it's like living in a soap opera that you can't escape, because you're forced to go.

Anyways, my week was going great. Learned some really great things in my classes. Got A's on two quizzes, and an A on a test. Yep, that's all just in three days. I also didn't have any real run ins with Cassie, (The girl I'm fairly certain is trying to ruin my life.) That is until today.

It was at lunch. I was sitting with my three friends: Posie, Dasha, and Katy, when she dropped her tray right down across from me. She smiled over at me with a condescending look that she has perfected, and I always get. She looks down at the shirt I'm wearing and I just know that she's going to make a rude, or inappropriate, comment. My shirt is nearly two sizes too big, since it used to be my older brothers. He got it back when he was in high school, at the concert of his favorite band back then, in the 80's. I won't tell you which band it was, I'll let you wonder. If I told you that would take away half the fun.

Cassie then tells me, "If your trying for the retro look it's falling a little flat. It's not so cool if you just wear a shirt from an 80's band. Actually, it's kind of lame."

"It's not just a shirt," I tell her, "It was my older brothers, he gave it to me. He's from the 80's."

"Being made in the 80's doesn't mean you're from the 80's," she threw back.

"He got it at their concert, and he says it's one of the best one's he's ever been too," I pushed myself up from the table. "Sorry I got to go, I have to get something done. See you all later."

I smiled to myself as I walked away knowing that on the back of my shirt it said the tour was in 1987. My brother would have been 14 when he went to the concert. I think what I took from this conversation was if you don't let a person make you feel small that can't. It seems like ever since she started here that's what she's been doing making me feel less of a person. What I realized today was that she can try all she wants but if I don't take it it won't affect me.

It really was a good day. Talk to you later.


Clare McBride said...

Hey, i came accross your blog and its actully a lot better then i thought (not that i thought it was going to be horrible). Im in highschool to so check mine out. =)

The Jules said...

I remember the eighties. There were a lot of pastels . . .

Valash said...

I remember high school, I am in college now, I agree with you it was a soap opera...I am glad you didn't let that girl get under your skin...By the way I discovered your blog from the Coffee Shop, so check out my blog, too.