Day offs

Day offs

It's the same thing over again. Yesterday I got a day off from school because my alarm clock didn't go off. I woke up, woke up mom, told her my alarm clock didn't go off and I'm going to be late, I might as well stay home because I'm sick. She agreed and said to hell with it. That's why all of yesterday, I was online more than usual on a weekday and wasted my time doing stupid shit, such as making an avatar emoticon of Bass' priceless, blushing face in the last panel of my latest comic. Speaking of comics, I just finished updating all of my desired comics into smackjeeves. You can check it out on CyberMisadventures.smackjeeves.com My grand total is 91 comics. If you include the other sketchy ones from my old gallery or my sheezyart where all of my art is (you'll have to note me for my sheezyart) I probably have a little over a hundred... But the official... No wait I take that back, my personal total, is 91 comics. I might make another group pic or a comic about my 100th comic when I do reach it. It took me nearly 3 years to make 100 comics. That's... A little sad. Haha. Well, to be fair with myself, I have a life, I was hanging out with friends, I had an artist's block, maybe even a writer's block and I spent way to long on each comic. Now, I'm getting faster at making comics. I don't have to freak out over pencil smudges because I just sketch, ink, erase and color. Good bye pencil smudges, hello color.

I was rushing to school this morning, I arrived just 15 minutes before school started so I could have time to bullshit a Valentines letter about being a hippie to a nurse in Vietnam for a Vietnam simulation for a book we are reading called "The Things They Carried" by Tim' O'Brien. Thankfully, I bullshitted a page long, double spaced letter in 10 minutes, because I'm that good. My friend Ray let me borrow his flash drive because the internet is down in the whole school so I couldn't save it on my email, on top of that the printer wasn't working in the library. With only 5 minutes to go, I was running around the school, I went into 3 random classrooms. One had my unhelpful, asskissing Keyboarding teacher, the other had a stupid ass subsitute. A skinny kid of an unkown decent, but I'm pretty sure is not white, whose balls haven't dropped yet AND is in my morning math class on A days (today was a B day) put up his dukes and said "Wanna fight?" He had a straight face so he didn't look like he was joking, even though he was in a classroom. I didn't have time to screw around with him, but I made a note to self to break his tooth pick body if he marks those words.

Finally, I gave up and I thought about pressing my luck, hoping my English Teacher would let me use the computer to print out my homework, but as soon as I opened the door and stepped one foot in the classroom, she called out my last name and said "Straight to the office." She sounded pissed, so I just turned right around and started walking towards the office. I knew at some point, I was going to have to go to the office because of the incident with the asshole. I didn't think it was going to be right in the morning. I thought about the pros and cons of being switched out of her classroom. Pros: I don't have to deal with her anymore, I never even liked the people in the classroom, except for 2 people, the guy who has a crush on me and gave me answers to our quizzes and another really smart guy who is a fellow anime fan and who also hates the people in the classroom. If there has been any place I felt invisible and antisocial, that classroom was it. It was almost as if the people were trying to ignore me. Because of the effort I put into making myself noticable, the people know I'm not just some nobody the draws comics and I get the answers and work. Most importantly of all, I don't have to see Rickys gay ass face again.

Cons: Ricky wins, but up to this point, I don't care so long as I don't have to see him again, but if we cross paths and he points out about how I got switched out of his class because of his better grade, I might kick his ass. Man, it's hard not kicking anyones ass when they need it, especially that gay ass, spoiled white boy who thinks he's hot shit just because he talks to everybody and everyone he talks to is his friend and he just looks so cool when he's suckin' down that cigarette in that big ass car compensating for that small, gay little dick. Oh, by the way his name is Ricky. I have another friend named Ricky who is fat, my friend and an asshole. I tell you, there are two types of assholes in the world: ones I get along with and ones who don't get along with me. Maybe this new teacher who I will get switched to is nicer. The English teacher says she strict and she wont let me draw in the classroom, blah, blah, shove it up her ass. I'm really getting sick of my smartass, depressing English teacher. Her actions are completely different from what she says. That bitch made me donate blood for extra credit and I fucking fainted because I gave too much and what do I get? An incomplete for last semester... instead of failing me. I really fucked up last semester, truly. Good fucking thing she gave me an incomplete. Actually, I could have passed with a D or something, but she still wants to give me hell for fucking around.

Whatever. So, I go to the office, sit there for like 15 minutes reading the 9th volume of Hellsing. The vice principal finally calls me up with a firm, slightly annoyed tone in his voice. It's not the first time I've met him. He's rather unimpressed with me. He's basically unimpressed with every little snot nosed kid that walks in getting in trouble for the same goddamn things and rightfully so. I would too if I had his job. He wants to hear my side of the story. "Do I have to?" He says yes. I don't think I had my right to remain silent. It was worth a try. Before I could start, I noticed he had a cut on the back of his head and there were little blood stains on the back of his collar. I really couldn't ignore that. "Um sir, I couldn't help but notice you have-" He cut me off and made a small smile. "Yeah, I have a cut there from shaving my head." The vice principal has a bald head, but I had no idea that's how he got it. "Oh, well, I didn't know you could shave your head like that, I always though it was with a buzzer." The proper name of the elctronic to shave heads with from barber shops escapes me. So I began to tell him my side of the story. I tried to make myself look friendly, but I really didn't feel like I could victimize myself and I definitely didn't have any excuses. He could sense that too, that's why I didn't lie. Plus I didn't feel a good lie coming on, not in the morning like that. I started out talking about the really smart fellow anime fan with a similar topic for the sep and how he was helping me with my outline and how the asshole and his friends sitting behind me were disruptive. That didn't work out for me because I had to get to the point. "Did you say that he drove a large truck in order to compensate for his small penis?" I couldn't help but let out a laugh and I had to admit that. "Heh, yeah." I think the vice principal tried not to laugh too. Finally, he said this. "Well, I still have to decide weather to switch you or Ricky out of the classroom or not and you guys are going to have conflict mediation classes where you will be supervised by teachers and you will point out the differences between each other." So many ways to insult Ricky popped up in my mind, but I kept them to myself for obvious reasons in the pressence of a vice principal. There was a pause, then I asked. "Is Ricky getting suspended?" He replied. "No, because he didn't say anything offensive about your sexuality or any four letter words to insult you, just that "Your crazy." I felt that was half true. I recall that in the insults department, Ricky and I were on equal footing and equally offended. So by technicalities, I'm getting suspended and he's not. I immediately thought to myself, at least I get the day off, but also, mom was going to kick my ass. I really think I'm going to get switched out of my English class. I don't know why, but I can just sense it.

Surprisingly, when mom picked me up, she didn't yell at me... As much, but she said "Oh, I should have seen this coming and sent you to school yesterday." I disagreed. "No. Yesterday wasn't my English day, so they wouldn't have sent me to the office." I said she didn't yell at me as much, but during the ride home, she managed to demoralize me about the school year, how they're going to be tougher on me and that they can refuse to give me my diploma because of too many detentions, suspensions or not turning in work. She said she will sign me up for the community college just in case. She said it's going to be just like middle school. Technically, I didn't graduate middle school because I got too many detentions, Saturday schools, not as many suspensions and I didn't turn in all the work. This some how resulted for me to be sent to a Boarding school in Normandy to learn French. I was supposed to be there for a month, got kicked out in less than two weeks and I have to stay with my relatives in Paris, I attended a Reggae concert with VIP passes thanks to my uncle who is a part of the band. This was a straight out concert. Like, a fuckin' dome and everything and best of all, drinks. I'm getting off topic. My situation is not the same as middle school. I have had a few suspensions, but not enough. I have only had about 3 or 4 detentions this year. 3 detentions for eating in class, 1 for being "disrespectful" or something. It's too easy to get detentions now. They're making it easy so that they can clean up the over populated school and expel kids for having too many detentions. I've been keeping a painfully low profile until that day.

So now it all adds up to me typing this journal about staying home again, I'm also sick, my mom is in a better mood now, but still furiously typing her emails to the school or whatever affairs with the school district she is having that she isn't telling me. I'm starting to wonder if I can still go to the academy. I'm a little discouraged. I feel like everyone is out to get me... As usual. Sometimes I feel it more or less. I'm feeling it more today. All I seem to do is fail. I don't do anything anyone wants me to do. I'm getting sick of people trying to control me. People try to control me by telling me I'm being controlled by someone else and I shouldn't let that happen. I respond the same way: I don't care if I'm being controlled or not. I'm not even being controlled, it just so happens that person is benefiting from the things I want to do, my actions alone and my decision. You're the one that's not.

So... I guess I might start on my next comic. Might try to finish up my outline while I'm at for the sep. Do some current events for Economics, try to see if I can finish all my missing Math homework that was supposed to be due today. I might try to sweet talk my way into making him accept the work tomorrow morning, provided I even get it done tonight. I think my friend Ray's homework is saved on that flash drive and I still have it. I hope he's not pissed.