I’m sitting enjoying one of two free periods that I have in the day, I’d go out and get lunch except I don’t have a driver’s license yet and I don’t have a whole lot of cash. I’m sad to say that I’m running low on money and with the no-job rule in place, it’s beginning to take a toll on me. Does that even make sense?

In any case, I’ll dig into the fact that my IOC went well. I received a score of 20 out of 30, which averaged with my IOP score from last year, gives me an average oral score of 24. Which is amazing, in my eyes since I get so anxious and nervous. I didn’t want anything higher than a 20 on my IOC, I acheived it, I’m not going to bitch and moan. I was hoping to get an extract from Wuthering Heights, but instead got “The Chimney Sweeper” from Songs of Innocence by William Blake.  I missed some points, but my teacher said he was surprised on the context and points I brought up…I just had to explain more and connect them better. He said if I did those little things I could’ve received a 24 to 26, which is a bummer but whatever. Always look on the bright side of life <3

And another dose of good news is that I got my first acceptance letter from the Fashion Institute of Technology (FIT) in NYC. I’m not going for fashion, just keep that in mind. They have a good media curriculum, and going into advertisement there wouldn’t be so bad. I’m still waiting for Parsons, NYU and Concordia though. I’d really really love to be accepted into Parsons, -crosses fingers-

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Now for the explanation of today’s title. I am so furious with the attendance system at this school, I was ready to yell at the Dean of Students earlier today. I was called in during chemistry, which got me irritated because we were learning something new: Nuclear Energy. Granted I’m good with chemistry and most cases I can easily pick up what I missed, I still don’t like having to spend extra time.

I go down to the main office, and of course there’s eight other students waiting who are before me. So I have to stay there and wait, and after ten minutes and no one moves, I tell the secretaries I’ll be back next period because I have notes to take. And I do come back, and they tell me that I’ll be going in soon since I was here before. Soon then turns into you’re next, but when I’m suppose to go in they usher three other people before I go in. I’m sitting there saying, I thought I was next. Obviously not. I notice my sister’s in there too, and now I realize what’s this for.

On February 16th, my sister and I didn’t go to school so we could enjoy our vacation and leave early. We had our guardian at the time, my Uncle, call us in since my father’s in China at the moment. We leave, come back and are faced with cuts for the entire day because apparently, my Uncle can’t call us in since they didn’t receive a letter from my father telling them that it was okay that my Uncle watches us. Are you kidding me? He called us in three times before, didn’t bitch then. Why you bitching now? So the Asst. Principal, after talking to him, tells me that if I don’t want to serve detentions and possible an in-school-suspension, I need to call my father and make him FAX them a letter.

First of all, my father hasn’t talked to me since he left. He’s talked to Karen, but she’s irresponsible and oblivious. I tell him that this is an inconvenience and that it’s ridiculous, and I went to the Dean, explained my case and he said he would clear it for me. APPARENTLY YOU DIDN’T ASSHOLE.

So I’m sitting in the Dean’s office now, and he looks at me, and he can tell that I’m not happy. And I told him, no I’m not happy, I’m irritated at this. He goes, oh…I know what this is about…okay nevermind, you can go…but when does your dad come home? I told him, next week, March 15th. So he tells me to tell my father to call in the day after, just to tell the school that my Uncle DID have guardianship over us.

In my mind, I’m shouting that this is stupid. I have a perfect record, I’m an IB student, I don’t cut, I’m not slacking, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!

So I returned to the second period of chemistry and I missed half the notes, I’m so pissed that my teacher asks if I’m okay. No, I’m not. That’s all I said and class continued. I’m so, so sooooooooooooooooooooo pissed off at this.

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I got accepted in Despair, that makes me happy!