This is for this morning and for when I got home from school:
This Morning
Yay for no retreat!
The retreat at my school is usually a three day trip away from home in a hot and sticky campsite three hours away. But this year they're only making it one day, no dance and no talent show. So why the ********?
I'm not going. No matter what. I make that clear to my mom. She's worried I'll be missing work. You've got to be kidding me...
So I'm not going to school tomorrow, if you can call it school. I'm staying home and sleeping late, hoping that I won't get bored.
I broke my glasses which in is really not all that big of a deal since I have, y'now, contacts. But still, I need to wear them at night or I can't see. Mom taped them back together with duct tape.
I'm gonna try to make my dad late again today. I know, it's mean, but I hate getting to school early so I just eat really slowly and yadaa.
Love,
Julie
After School
Today just was one of those slack days before a vacation or a break from school.
Teachers kept repeating: "I'll see you at the retreat tomorrow!" Pfsh. I'd like to see you try and get me out of bed to come on that school bus for an hour in the rain [60% change of heavy thunder storms tomorrow.] and watch me pretend [Not really.] to have fun at the muddy and mosquito ridden campsite. And you'll just sit and watch as we get bitten and pant from the humidity since even though you have bug spray in your little plastic containers we need a doctor's note to use it. As for the humidity, I'll be in the air condition with all the other children who happened to start throwing up on retreat day.
Mr. Lee camp up to me in study hall and showed me the form we had to get signed.
"Julie you need this signed."
"Oh well... I think I lost it." In the recycle bin.
"Please get it signed by tomorrow."
"Uh, I think I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow."
"Well, bring a doctor's note then."
They never ask for a doctor's note before... Guess they figured it would make a good skip day.
Fifth year anniversary of airplanes crashing into the Twin Towers...
I knew it was today unlike the majority of my grade because yesterday was Leila's birthday, September 10th, and the way I remember her birthday is that it's one day before September 11th. But yeah in Math, which is first period Day 1, at the end of class somebody finally shouted out: "OH RIGHT! It's Nine-Eleven!" The date had been on the board all period. So I just kind of laughed to myself.
I can't find myself feeling sad.
It's not like I wanted hundreds of people to die or anything. But I just don't feel bad. At all. I want to feel bad because it was bad but I can't. I guess I never will unless it happens to me.
But...
I didn't cry when my grandmother or my uncle died so, probably not.
Love,
Julie
This Morning
Yay for no retreat!
The retreat at my school is usually a three day trip away from home in a hot and sticky campsite three hours away. But this year they're only making it one day, no dance and no talent show. So why the ********?
I'm not going. No matter what. I make that clear to my mom. She's worried I'll be missing work. You've got to be kidding me...
So I'm not going to school tomorrow, if you can call it school. I'm staying home and sleeping late, hoping that I won't get bored.
I broke my glasses which in is really not all that big of a deal since I have, y'now, contacts. But still, I need to wear them at night or I can't see. Mom taped them back together with duct tape.
I'm gonna try to make my dad late again today. I know, it's mean, but I hate getting to school early so I just eat really slowly and yadaa.
Love,
Julie
After School
Today just was one of those slack days before a vacation or a break from school.
Teachers kept repeating: "I'll see you at the retreat tomorrow!" Pfsh. I'd like to see you try and get me out of bed to come on that school bus for an hour in the rain [60% change of heavy thunder storms tomorrow.] and watch me pretend [Not really.] to have fun at the muddy and mosquito ridden campsite. And you'll just sit and watch as we get bitten and pant from the humidity since even though you have bug spray in your little plastic containers we need a doctor's note to use it. As for the humidity, I'll be in the air condition with all the other children who happened to start throwing up on retreat day.
Mr. Lee camp up to me in study hall and showed me the form we had to get signed.
"Julie you need this signed."
"Oh well... I think I lost it." In the recycle bin.
"Please get it signed by tomorrow."
"Uh, I think I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow."
"Well, bring a doctor's note then."
They never ask for a doctor's note before... Guess they figured it would make a good skip day.
Fifth year anniversary of airplanes crashing into the Twin Towers...
I knew it was today unlike the majority of my grade because yesterday was Leila's birthday, September 10th, and the way I remember her birthday is that it's one day before September 11th. But yeah in Math, which is first period Day 1, at the end of class somebody finally shouted out: "OH RIGHT! It's Nine-Eleven!" The date had been on the board all period. So I just kind of laughed to myself.
I can't find myself feeling sad.
It's not like I wanted hundreds of people to die or anything. But I just don't feel bad. At all. I want to feel bad because it was bad but I can't. I guess I never will unless it happens to me.
But...
I didn't cry when my grandmother or my uncle died so, probably not.
Love,
Julie
