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May 11th, 2010

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Tuesday, May 11th, 2010 11:26 am
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This is probably going to be boring, because I never really had anything too traumatic happen to me in High School. (I didn't go to a middle school. I attended a  grammar K-8 before they trucked us down for an hour and fifteen minute trip one way to one of the two High School's in the county.)

Hmm... Well there was this one girl in my class. She was a monster -- like, mentally and physically, and probably as close to a stereo-typical bully as you could get. About 6 foot 3, and a nasty temper to match. (She's the only one I've ever heard use "Do you know who my father is?" in a real life situation. Her father was a police officer, btw, which I guess was supposed to be impressive? I dunno.)

Anyway this girl, Jenn, was picking on one of my friends in a previous class. She dumped a thing of white-out in the inside of her backpack, staining a few text books. I heard about this at lunch and by the last period -- the math class I shared with Jenn -- I was still fuming. The teacher had either stepped out or just was working at his desk and not paying attention. Jenn was running her mouth, as usual, and I said something... I can't remember what it was now. Probably along the lines of "God, that bitch needs to shut up" in a loud enough voice to carry.

She was a few desks over, but I remember her turning to me. "What did you say?"

"I said 'You need to shut the hell up.' I can't work on my fractions." (Did I mention this was a math class for dummies?)

She goes, "You wanna take this outside?"

Oh shit, I think. "No," I say honestly, "You're like a foot taller than me."

The whole class just burst out laughing, which honestly surprised the hell out of me. And to my surprise Jenn just says something really lame like, "I'm glad you know I am," and turns back around.

I still don't know if I won or lost that one, but Jenn never came after me and we pretended the other didn't exist until graduation a few months later.

Yay! Boring story is boring. I'm just happy to be online again after a few days of barely logging on. I strained the hell out of one of my eye's and it was torture to focus on words for more than a few minutes at a time. I'm back, bb! :D