I'm very thankful today. And here are the things/people I am thankful for:
1) Mrs. Burke - She met with me today and listened to what I had to say about Mike. She said she was going to talk to him and have the vice principal talk to him as well. She says that they can't really write him up cuz no teacher actually heard him say it, but I'm pretty sure she is gonna try to. Either that, or I'll have other people tell her that they heard him say it, cuz I know they did.
2) Having a working lawn mower - Poppop cut the front yard, and I cut the rest of it today. On my awesome riding mower. You have no idea how happy I am about that. I learned how to mow my lawn with the push mower, and I hated every second of it. My grandfather's best friend promised me that when he died, I would get his John Deere. Well, his son tried to make my grandfather pay an ungodly price for it, so my grandfather said no. And now, the house that his friend lived in hasn't sold either. So, we're thinking that it's because Marvin's son didn't do what he wanted to. Back to my story....lol So, I didn't get the John Deere, but my grandfather did buy a different one from somebody down the street from us, so now I have a rider mower that works beautifully. :)
3) Drama from last year is behind almost everybody - Last year, there were some issues with some of the academy girls in the year ahead of me. They got worse in the beginning of the year, but after about a month or so of me and Collin going out, the issues got better. Now they are completely better and over with. And this afternoon right after school got done, Cara (one of the ones who didn't warm up to me right away) looked at me and said cheerfully, "See you tomorrow at prom!!" and gave me a big smile. Which makes me feel tons better cuz Collin and I are sitting with Cara, her boyfriend, Bonny, Sam, Christian, and a few other people tomorrow night at prom as well.
4) My friends - While yes, Cassie has now officially dropped out of school, she says she'll try her hardest to be at my house tomorrow to see me all dressed up and she'll definitely be at pre-prom to see me. My friend Addam (inside joke on his name lol) said that if Mike says anything again, he'll take care of things and then made me laugh by making fun of Mike. Montrey said that he'll back me up on things with Mike. Eric said that he'll back me up too.
5) My dad being a lawyer - Knowning that he is a lawyer helps me stay calm in most situations. I know that if nothing happens with Mike saying things that if I just mention that Dad is a lawyer and handles things like this periodically, something will be done about it. I also know that he goes into court for things all the time and he is always under stressful situations. Knowing that helps me realize that no matter how hard things get for me, I can always make it through them.
6) My boyfriend - You knew that one was gonna be put on here. I can be as mad as I want to be, and he is always able to make me laugh. No matter how crappy I think I look or how mad I am, he always makes me feel better by saying 3 simple words: I love you. He always thinks I look gorgeous and he can make me smile and laugh as if it's as simple as blinking.
My mind went blank on the other things I was going to write that I'm thankful for. I did have to say those 6 things tho. Like, I just had to.
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May 14, 2009
May 11, 2009
It's official
It's official just how much I hate Mike. I know, I know. Hate is a strong word and shouldn't be used. But in this case, it is totally acceptable.
During lunch, he sits at my table. Not by any of our choices but his own. I sit at the opposite side of the table, and like always, I was talking to Ben. Mike then looked at me from his end of the table and said, "Did anybody give you permission to speak, wench?" and then proceeded to call me a wench and say how I must have permission to speak.
Now, at that point, I lost it. I cussed him out, which was not at all Christian like or lady like of me. I had it tho. Like, seriously. How was I supposed to sit there and take the crap he was dishing out to me?
Well, just a few minutes ago, I decided to look up the definition for wench, just to make sure that I wasn't totally being unreasonable with my flipping out. (Which I really wasn't. He was being sexist and saying how I have to have permission to speak. Not gonna take that.) Here is what the definition of wench says according to Dictionary.com:
-noun
1. a country lass or working girl: The milkmaid was a healthy wench.
2. Usually Facetious. a girl or young woman
3. Archaic. a strumpet
-verb (used without object)
4. to associate, esp. habitually, with promiscuous women
I then looked up the definition of strumpet too. Just to see what that said to see if I was being unresonable again. Here is what THAT said:
-noun
a prostitute; harlot.
So, because he called me a prostitute pretty much, I'm going to tell my second block teacher and schedule a guidance appointment to tell Mrs. Burke exactly what he said. I'll even say who was at the table when it was said and who can vouch for the fact that he said that. I'm not dealing with this crap anymore. It's pathetic and stupid and childish. I hope that for him saying that, he gets kicked out of the academy and gets put on some type of probation at school and suspended. It's sexual harassment (I'm pretty sure) and he has already gotten in trouble for it once in freshman year when he was harassing me. And Mr. S won't tolerate it. And Mr. Lower ESPECIALLY won't tolerate it.
!@#$ I hate guys. Sexist ones the most.
*Mind you, the hatred of guys does not include my darling boyfriend who is totally backing me up on tell Mr. Lower. He is also very proud of me that I am even going to tell Mr. Lower to begin with since I hate telling people in authority like Mr. Lower the problems that are going on. What ends up happening most times is that it gets to the point where I break down or somebody else tells the person in authority for me and I just have to tell what happened at that point. Not come out and tell them from the beginning like I'm planning on doing tomorrow.
During lunch, he sits at my table. Not by any of our choices but his own. I sit at the opposite side of the table, and like always, I was talking to Ben. Mike then looked at me from his end of the table and said, "Did anybody give you permission to speak, wench?" and then proceeded to call me a wench and say how I must have permission to speak.
Now, at that point, I lost it. I cussed him out, which was not at all Christian like or lady like of me. I had it tho. Like, seriously. How was I supposed to sit there and take the crap he was dishing out to me?
Well, just a few minutes ago, I decided to look up the definition for wench, just to make sure that I wasn't totally being unreasonable with my flipping out. (Which I really wasn't. He was being sexist and saying how I have to have permission to speak. Not gonna take that.) Here is what the definition of wench says according to Dictionary.com:
-noun
1. a country lass or working girl: The milkmaid was a healthy wench.
2. Usually Facetious. a girl or young woman
3. Archaic. a strumpet
-verb (used without object)
4. to associate, esp. habitually, with promiscuous women
I then looked up the definition of strumpet too. Just to see what that said to see if I was being unresonable again. Here is what THAT said:
-noun
a prostitute; harlot.
So, because he called me a prostitute pretty much, I'm going to tell my second block teacher and schedule a guidance appointment to tell Mrs. Burke exactly what he said. I'll even say who was at the table when it was said and who can vouch for the fact that he said that. I'm not dealing with this crap anymore. It's pathetic and stupid and childish. I hope that for him saying that, he gets kicked out of the academy and gets put on some type of probation at school and suspended. It's sexual harassment (I'm pretty sure) and he has already gotten in trouble for it once in freshman year when he was harassing me. And Mr. S won't tolerate it. And Mr. Lower ESPECIALLY won't tolerate it.
!@#$ I hate guys. Sexist ones the most.
*Mind you, the hatred of guys does not include my darling boyfriend who is totally backing me up on tell Mr. Lower. He is also very proud of me that I am even going to tell Mr. Lower to begin with since I hate telling people in authority like Mr. Lower the problems that are going on. What ends up happening most times is that it gets to the point where I break down or somebody else tells the person in authority for me and I just have to tell what happened at that point. Not come out and tell them from the beginning like I'm planning on doing tomorrow.
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