|Caught in decision I felt shattered and splintered, the arrows were aimed but eyes were disfigured. Out of contrast, blurred through shards of mirrored glass. Through these blurs and mixed words I slaughtered flocks of messenger birds, unable to fly and weighed down by my hurt. Mixed messages I intercepted, tales of woe, talk was slow and you're always unaffected, always so uninterested and wordless. I wonder if you're heavy hearted, if you'd still hold my hand if you knew I was departing, wake up I'm leaving, the train leaves this evening, i'd kiss you goodbye but it will just antagonize your grieving. It hurts to breathe, even- The seeds of deceit wouldn't give us both reasons. Would you help me get dressed then? Because unable to see from this unclear vision, Bow by my side, on a bed where we first tied. Everything fleeting when I try to see through your eyes, So help me pack in time, the train leaves this evening. You'll wake, when its too late and realize you've just been dreaming.|
|okay, so me and my friend maddy were sitting in her house playing catch phrase.|
the game where you have to explain a word without saying the actual word.
the word she was trying to describe to me was mermaid.
her description was "what i wanna be when i grow up!"
my response "... a hippopotamus ?"
her answer ".. what is that, some kind of fat joke?"
another thing; her word was scoop.
she said "i want a ____ of ice cream."
my response was "... tub ?"
XD again, ".. what is that, some kind of fat joke?"
errr, good times.
oh, and "i think skirts are for old ladies."
"... i got a skirt."
|How dare you! You are one of the most unprofessional, gossiping teachers I know.|
Let me explain this a little.
I'm in the 8th grade, at Voyager Middle School. I'm currently taking Algebra, a 9TH GRADE course. My 7th grade teacher, Ms. Hubert, not so whole-heartedly recommended me for algebra; only because in 7th grade I showed interest. I wanted to be in Algebra.
(At my school we have teams; within a certain team you automatically get certain teachers. My 7th grade team, Team Titans, was made up of all honors classes. Ms. Titus, Ms. Adler, and Ms. Hubert. These are all just core classes. English, Math, and Science. There are no teams for electives. My 8th grade team, Team Squares, also made up of all honors classes, includes Mr. Zirkle, Mr. Sparks, and Ms. Lapinski. I wanted to be in this team because I already had Mr. Zirkle as a 6th grade teacher, and he was completely AWESOME. That, and I heard the kids in Mr. Sparks' class get to make rockets. POINT IS, I wanted to be in her class when I was in 7th grade.)
But once I got there I eventually realized that I was in no way, shape or form ready for a 9th grade course. I couldn't handle algebra. Me, being the stubborn kid I am, stuck with it, and tried real hard for the first... half of the year, I'd say. Then family problems started, and friend problems, and I just all around gave up. I quit.
EVER SINCE THEN, my algebra teacher is constantly on me because she "knows I can do algebra."
One day she got a substitute JUST so she could take me into another room and lecture me to the point of tears.
& let me tell you, I'm not one to cry easily.
"Katelyn you're so smart, and I know you can do algebra. There's only a little while left in school, and if you just takes notes and study a little bit you'll be fine. I'm not going to lie to you, you're not going to get the credit, but this is no reason to stop trying. I am afraid for you, because if the high school sees this F in algebra they might take away your english honors class. You are truly my most frustrating student because I know how smart you are. You think on a level way above any student in this school; you think at a college level. I don't understand why you're not trying." she said to me. In confidence, I told her about the problems I was having, and why I quit working.
What does she do ? She tells all the other teachers on my team, and a couple of students who ask her about it.
So after her lecture, I started taking notes again. I wasn't trying. Just listening & copying things down.
& now, there's four days of school left. Today, was our first day of math finals.
I of course, guessed, on almost every problem.
(Yes, that sounds bad, but look at it from my point of view; I already know if I try I'll get it. I already know I have to take it again next year. I already know that if I got 100% on the finals it wouldn't bump up my grade enough for me to not get in trouble. I already know I'm screwed. With four days left, there's nothing I can do.)
I was having fun with the answers. There were options A, B, C, D, and E. I started making words out of my answers.
So, since I forgot to write down that I had test A, Ms. Lapinski came across my test and decided to stop and look it over. She noticed the word game I was playing, but said nothing, until the next period.
I've now been told by about 15 honors kids, that she said something along the lines of "I had one student in another class who wrote words down as her answers. She Just guessed. I have decided that I'm going to call her father, and send the test home, even though Mr. Bailey (principal) said he was a very angry person. I'm going to make sure he gets it, because if I send things home with her they never get to him."
ANYONE WHO KNOWS ME, would know she's talking about me.
My brilliant prep-plan;
1) I already told my dad she was going to call to tell him that I wasn't getting the algebra credit. Which isn't a complete lie. I just left off a couple details.
2) I know my dad is a racist prick. So, I warned him that Ms. Lapinski has a VERY thick polish accent, which is true.
3) I know my dad; He'll pretend to listen to her for a couple seconds and when he gets tired of trying to understand her, he will say something along the lines of "Learn to speak english PROPERLY." and hang up.
Katelyn; 1. Lapinski; 0.
4) If I really feel like it, and Ms. Lapinski TELLS me she's going to call my dad, I'll just casually say "oh, my dad got a new number." and give her my number. If he doesn't answer, and she asks why, I'll say he works all day. Which is completely true.
Katelyn; 2. Lapinski; 0.
5) She claims she's going to send the test through the mail. GO AHEAD, bitch!
Let me explain why this doesn't concern me. I live with my dad, but the school has my grandparents address, because my dad lives too far away from the school, and my grandparents live right down the road. And my dad//grandmother are in a huge fight right now. If I want to see my grandmother I have to walk to her house. She gives ME the mail, and its my job to give it to my dad. If one letter from the school is missing, my dad won't know. See where I'm goin' ?
Don't worry, if she asks me to get my dad to sign the quiz, or the letter says to sign the quiz, I'll simply forge it. I've been doing it all year; with my dad fully aware. He doesn't care as long as he knows what I'm doing. (he doesn't really have time to read//sign papers.)
Katelyn; 3. Lapinski; 0.
6) I also know Ms. Lapinski. She will talk to me about the word game on my finals. This is when I fully plan on bringing up the fact that she's a gossiping bitch. She's the kind of teacher who will tell you what another students grade or score on a test was if you just ask. She once talked shit about me, thinking I wasn't there, when I was in the other room. I was in Mr. Zirkle's room, and she was in her classroom with all the kids that were staying after to work on Algebra. (Their classrooms are connected, and separated only by one big door. The door was open.) Someone said something rude about me. She didn't stop them, she didn't ignore it, she joined them in conversation. Technically, bullying. Thats something she could get fired for.
Katelyn; 4. Lapinski; 0.
7) My final tactic, well, more like first and foremost.. It will be the first thing I tell her if she confronts me.
I'll just tell her my dad already knows and my butt is grounded. Believable, considering I haven't done anything for the past four weekends.
8) Just an added thing; my dad knows about Lapinski's thick accent, and the fact that its an advanced class. I know him; he'll blame my failing on A) Her accent, & B) the advanced class I wasn't even supposed to be in.
Katelyn; 5. Lapinski; 0.
9) Another thing; I know progress reports are sent home. (to my grandmothers, really.) one time I had an F in algebra on my report card, and I showed it to my dad. My dad asked why, and I just said "oh, its not an F anymore. thats outdated. its a B now." which at the time was true. he accepted it completely. no second thoughts.
if I did it once, why can't I do it again ?
Katelyn; 6. Lapinski; 0.
With my planning, Its impossible for me to get in trouble with my dad.
And my teacher will have wasted her time.
You think my idea's won't work ? Think of it my way; they only have to last four days.
9 options, 4 days ? I can do two options per day, and still have one left over.
Oh, and if you're reading this, and thinking "well its still gonna show up on your transcript to the college's you might apply for."
WRONG. During one of my many lectures from Lapinski I was told that since I'm taking the class again the grades from my 8th grade year will be replaced with my grades from 9th grade. I don't know why she told me that though; its just more of a reason for me not to care.
I know you're probably thinking "why didn't you just work, instead of doing all this plotting?"
well.. plotting is more fun.
This was really more of a rant session, and a way to map out my web of lies.
I really can't believe she has the audacity to share my personal grades with anyone and everyone. Its rude, and unnecessary.
Okayy, so I walked to the store today while my dad was at work cuz we were out of milk and I wanted some freaking cereal. I was helped by a clerk who CLEARLY had a staring issue; lets just say he wasn't looking at my face. And I paid, and he looked down at the register at the moment an elderly woman behind me dropped her purse. Trying to be nice, I picked it up and handed it to her. When I looked back at the clerk, he looked at me and said ".. where'd the other chick go?" to this I responded "what?" and he said "the chick who was getting this milk."
and I said "... thats MY milk. I'm that chick."
I had to pay for my milk twice because the guy didn't recognize my face.
How ridiculous is that ?!
my last blog about my ipod reminded me of another thing that bugs me.
people who search through cell phones.
so when i got my first phone, i was really excited, as you can imagine. i was texting everyone, and getting a whole bunch of numbersss, and it was fun. but then, once my phone got a little older, people would ask to see it, and they would search through my entire phone. read all my messages, look at all my pictures, take numbers out of my phone, and even delete things they had no right to touch.
honestly the taking numbers thing really bugged me. obviously there was a reason you didn't have that persons number. and i don't want that person bugging me when they find out you got their number from me. that was something that happened one too many times.
i finally decided i had enough when one day, someone "accidentally" deleted the only picture i had on my phone with one of my best friends that had moved to an entirely different state. i hadn't seen her in two years, and that picture was pretty much all i had.
so now, i have passwords on EVERYTHING. you have to have two separate passwords just to turn the phone on. you have to have a password to open a new message, and a different password to answer the message.
and now when people ask to see my phone, their immediate question is "why do you have a password for everything?". the only true answer is, "i don't trust you."
and this is when people get offended. they're like "you don't trust me not to look through your stuff?" uhm, no. otherwise i'd enter the password for you and let you look. but can you really blame me and my passwords? what if i was talking about something personal through text messages? what if i took a stupidly embarrassing picture and forgot to delete it ?
well, my response to them is "you don't trust me enough to have to snoop through my stuff?"
the people who snoop through phones are the same kind of people that walk into your house and start looking through your droors, or closet.