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I've totally run out of names for these journal entries. They're all the same. Maybe I should just start naming them colors.
Next to put here, Shidobu, I do, in fact try and talk to the others about their interests but... I've never met someone who I've clicked with, and the other person quickly bores of the conversation despite my attempt to talk about something that they're interested. It's awesome. stare
Big joy for me today. I got my book report back and guess what? I got a zero in CREATIVITY. ZE-RO. I got a ZERO in that part!? WTF is up with that? Creativity is worth ten points and I didn't even get a single one. She also told me that I was too wordy. THAT'S HOW I WRITE. I'M WORDY BECAUSE I LIKE TO DESCRIBE THINGS, WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK IT'S LIKE THAT MRS. O'HARA? How could I get a zero in creativity? It's... insane! Why am I such a terrible writer? Is every word that I write a piece of trash? Am I SO horrible at writing that I get a zero in creativity? What in the world is the point of wanting to become a writer if I can't even get a fair grade in creativity for my stupid English class?
Steve Irwin died, the Crocodile Hunter. I. Loved. That guy. He was just... fantastic. He's just someone that you can't help but like even if you've never even met him once. He died from a sting from a sting ray. He got too close and the sting ray hit him with its barb, which for anyone who might not know, is something that a sting ray will hit with if you get too close. The barb contains poison, and the people who actually die from getting poisoned is an incredibly low number. If you get hit, it's rarely life-threatening. But the barb shot through and went strait into his heart. They say that he died instantly. Then again, I keep on hearing in the news that he pulled the barb out, so maybe it wasn't instant. But quick, either way.
So for Steve I put in a prayer request for him in Bible class since the teacher always take them in before or after the lesson. And guess what? My teacher actually laughed and said that he didn't like Steve. He just seemed to complete forget about me and spent a good seven minutes talking about how much he disliked Steve and how he wasn't careful. Saying that Steve was a bad influence on young kids who watched his shows and that he disagreed with the way that Steve handled his children. Then once he actually started praying, he said this about Steve: "God I pray that no one is influenced by Steve Irwin's reckless behavior...." And then he went on. Screw. Him. I put in that stupid request so Steve could actually get some damn dignity! Not so my stupid teacher could twist my words and begin ranting about what a bad example Steve is! He didn't even say anything positive about Steve, or that his family, friends and crew could get help. But no. All that he did was stand there and pray that no one was influenced by his bad actions, even though that is NOT what I put my request in for. I actually liked my bible teacher, but after that, no. No, no, no. He can be nice, but to actually go off like that? I mean... Steve is DEAD and my teacher has the NERVE to say crap like THAT? Dead, you might as well give him a LITTLE respect. But you just go off and insult him despite all of the great deeds that he's done! What kind of respect is that? And he's the BIBLE TEACHER for cripes sake! What in the world is wrong with him!?
So that's my big "whoop" of the day. First Steve dies, then I go to school, my bible teacher decides that its good idea to bash Steve after I put in a prayer request to HONOR him not INSULT him, and then my English teacher goes ahead and gives me zero points in the creativity section. And then my stupid head phones for my CD player goes off and breaks so now I can't listen to any music. I can on my computer, but I like to listen to music when I'm walking, doing homework, or drawing and many other times, all of which when I'm not on my computer. How fantastic has this day been! stare
I want to put in a complaint to what my bible teacher said, and after my family heard it they've all been angered by it as well. But you know what, I'm too much of a chicken! Why am I such a wimp? Hopefully I can muster up enough courage to agree with my mom to send a complaint. Saying that crap about Steve after he died is dirty, dishonorable, and just rude considering that isn't why I suggested a prayer for him. I can get so pissed off but I lack the courage to act on it. Grrreeeaaatt day.
 MythicalYoko · Wed Sep 06, 2006 @ 01:59am · 5 Comments |
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