I told you I'd be back.
I guess I was wrong. Ouch, that hurt a lot. Second time I'm crying today. Well at least this was more worth it, not just a lame test I didn't end up taking. I hate when you call me Passíon, you make me feel like a child. Like you're this great big person looking down on me. I can hear you saying it too, and it makes me grind my teeth. And when I tell you I hate it you never fail to bitterly mutter, "Well what am I supposed to call you?!?" But it was all a misunderstanding, I believe... I hope.
One truly recent photograph.
Quite upsetting but I'm okay now. I'm done crying, I think.
Goodnight world and all its inhabitants!
P.S. Lately, I have been waking up to Free by Mike Mains & the Branches. Just had to note that.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Begin by falling and finish by getting back up
Newton's Third Law of Motion says that I am going to have a terrible rest of the week or more. My past few post have been fantastic and full of excitement. But not today, not today.
I woke up a bit late and thought nothing of it. Got ready for my day and actually ate breakfast, fabulous! I walked out to the bus stop as I munched on my peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich and drank milk from my dino juicy. The bus arrived and I made my way to my self-assigned seat. Just as I sat down, I remember that I was having a test in the morning and that I forgot all of my things on the coffee table in my room. Drat! Already a bad beginning.
I looked over to Kasey and asked if Ms. Susan, our bus driver, would let me off the bus so I may get my supplies. She made a slanty face and said no which in turn, made me frown. This problem could have been solved much quicker and much easier if I have my cellular device on my person. Let me explain the situation with that.
I am a seventeen year-old high school senior, my father--with whom I am living with for the first school year of my life--thinks that it is necessary for me to leave my cell phone at home. He uses this analogy: "It's like wearing a seat belt: the one time you forget to wear it, you could get into a fatal accident. Just like the one day you forget to turn the volume off on your phone, you can get it taken away for going off in class." And okay, I understand that but wouldn't that be my fault? I could deal with my phone being taken away if it was my fault in the first place. I wouldn't ask my father to get it back either because I think it is a just punishment for my forgetfulness or what have you, given the situation. Though, I digress.
If I had my cell phone, I could have called my father as soon as I realized that I was utterly unprepared for the day, but I didn't. If I knew my father's cell phone number by memory, I could have called him from Kasey's phone or of the phone's of any number of people on that bus, but I didn't. So I did what any logical person could only assume to do, go to the office and wait.
The ladies at the office were less than concerned with my dilemma and proceeded to discuss other students' issuses before my own (even though I was there first...) Upsetting. When one of the ladies finally had the time of day to speak to me, she ridiculed me on my reasons for leaving my supplies at home. "What's your name?" she inquired. "Passíon Leon, I mean Leeee-on First name spelt like passion." (Though it is pronounced Pa-shawn). She searched the system and couldn't find me, so her reaction was to turn to me and sneer, "your last name is Johnson, right?" I looked at her, puzzled, and repeated "Leee-on, it's Leee-on." She rolled her eyes and turned to face the computer screen. She pulled a pen out from the drawer to her left and took a sticky note from a draw on the right and began to write a phone number I did not recognize. "Is that the home telephone?" I asked, still muched suprised by the unfamiliarity of the number. "It's your father's work number." "Uhhh... I would really much rather have his cellular number, please." She looked at me weird and said, "It's in another area code, that would be long distance." I said nothing but requested the number again, I honestly did not see the issue. I left the office to go use the phone at the oddly placed front desk.
After getting permission from yet another lady, I used the telephone and tried dialing my father's cell phone number. It didn't work. The phone would not allow me to enter all ten digits of the phone number. Oh, that's the issue with it being from a Missouri area code. Drat. I tried his work telephone and no one answered, as I assumed would be the case. I was more upset than before, how was I going to get this call placed? I didn't know where to go, so I quickly made my way to English class.
I was hoping that I could explain my situation to my teacher, but wait! There was still a little hope left! I asked one of my fellow classmates if I could use thier cell phone, with the approval of the teacher of course, and one boy was generous enough to lend me his. I dialed my father's cell phone number and it went through! Yes, this might be the fix to my day!!!!
"Are you home?" I asked, quite eagerly. "No." I started crying and we said our goodbyes. I returned the phone to it's owner and then plopped my head on my desk. The teacher came by and asked if I wanted to explain my situation. I was stressed for the test we were about to take, a test for which we could use notes (which, as I've said before, were on my coffee table). He was very understanding and allowed that I could make it up on a later date. I was glad to hear that but it was a short lived joy beause he handed me two yellow slips of paper that listed all the SOL tests I was required to take.
Nine different tests. Nine test that are supposed to be taken throughout high school. Nine tests that I am really stressed about. To understand my level of stress I had toward these tests, let me give you some background.
Since the fifth grade, I have done my schooling in San Antonio, Texas. The standarized testing that the state of Texas had, at the time I lived there, was called TAKS. I took and passed all my TAKS tests and I definally passed my Exit Level TAKS tests. (Which determines whether or not you graduate from high school.) Mind you, that the state of Virginia has a much higher standard of learning than Texas. Therefore, the TAKS tests apparently do not waver for the Virginia SOL tests. Complete and utter bull! I should not be required to do more testing just because I am a new student. I believe they should take my past TAKS testing into consideration. Virginia is definitely not Texas and I have learned from this expierence is that I will not move whilst my future children are in high school. I would not want ot put them through this bologna of a situation that I am in now. But once again, I digress.
The SOL test I am most stressed about is one of Virginia and U.S. History, a class I have never taken in my life. I took Texas and U.S. History because, well, I WAS IN TEXAS! What is the point of making me take a test that I am doomed to fail. What do I know about Virginia? I know where it's located, I know that it's colder than Texas, and I know that the school system is a dozen times more complicated than in Texas. I am going to speak to my counsler about this abomination, hopefully tomorrow. But you see here, dear reader, this was only the first few hours of my day. I don't know if it gets better or whether it gets worse, but I have a strong feeling that this will not be my only blog entry today. See you later!
I woke up a bit late and thought nothing of it. Got ready for my day and actually ate breakfast, fabulous! I walked out to the bus stop as I munched on my peanutbutter and jelly sandwhich and drank milk from my dino juicy. The bus arrived and I made my way to my self-assigned seat. Just as I sat down, I remember that I was having a test in the morning and that I forgot all of my things on the coffee table in my room. Drat! Already a bad beginning.
I looked over to Kasey and asked if Ms. Susan, our bus driver, would let me off the bus so I may get my supplies. She made a slanty face and said no which in turn, made me frown. This problem could have been solved much quicker and much easier if I have my cellular device on my person. Let me explain the situation with that.
I am a seventeen year-old high school senior, my father--with whom I am living with for the first school year of my life--thinks that it is necessary for me to leave my cell phone at home. He uses this analogy: "It's like wearing a seat belt: the one time you forget to wear it, you could get into a fatal accident. Just like the one day you forget to turn the volume off on your phone, you can get it taken away for going off in class." And okay, I understand that but wouldn't that be my fault? I could deal with my phone being taken away if it was my fault in the first place. I wouldn't ask my father to get it back either because I think it is a just punishment for my forgetfulness or what have you, given the situation. Though, I digress.
If I had my cell phone, I could have called my father as soon as I realized that I was utterly unprepared for the day, but I didn't. If I knew my father's cell phone number by memory, I could have called him from Kasey's phone or of the phone's of any number of people on that bus, but I didn't. So I did what any logical person could only assume to do, go to the office and wait.
The ladies at the office were less than concerned with my dilemma and proceeded to discuss other students' issuses before my own (even though I was there first...) Upsetting. When one of the ladies finally had the time of day to speak to me, she ridiculed me on my reasons for leaving my supplies at home. "What's your name?" she inquired. "Passíon Leon, I mean Leeee-on First name spelt like passion." (Though it is pronounced Pa-shawn). She searched the system and couldn't find me, so her reaction was to turn to me and sneer, "your last name is Johnson, right?" I looked at her, puzzled, and repeated "Leee-on, it's Leee-on." She rolled her eyes and turned to face the computer screen. She pulled a pen out from the drawer to her left and took a sticky note from a draw on the right and began to write a phone number I did not recognize. "Is that the home telephone?" I asked, still muched suprised by the unfamiliarity of the number. "It's your father's work number." "Uhhh... I would really much rather have his cellular number, please." She looked at me weird and said, "It's in another area code, that would be long distance." I said nothing but requested the number again, I honestly did not see the issue. I left the office to go use the phone at the oddly placed front desk.
After getting permission from yet another lady, I used the telephone and tried dialing my father's cell phone number. It didn't work. The phone would not allow me to enter all ten digits of the phone number. Oh, that's the issue with it being from a Missouri area code. Drat. I tried his work telephone and no one answered, as I assumed would be the case. I was more upset than before, how was I going to get this call placed? I didn't know where to go, so I quickly made my way to English class.
I was hoping that I could explain my situation to my teacher, but wait! There was still a little hope left! I asked one of my fellow classmates if I could use thier cell phone, with the approval of the teacher of course, and one boy was generous enough to lend me his. I dialed my father's cell phone number and it went through! Yes, this might be the fix to my day!!!!
"Are you home?" I asked, quite eagerly. "No." I started crying and we said our goodbyes. I returned the phone to it's owner and then plopped my head on my desk. The teacher came by and asked if I wanted to explain my situation. I was stressed for the test we were about to take, a test for which we could use notes (which, as I've said before, were on my coffee table). He was very understanding and allowed that I could make it up on a later date. I was glad to hear that but it was a short lived joy beause he handed me two yellow slips of paper that listed all the SOL tests I was required to take.
Nine different tests. Nine test that are supposed to be taken throughout high school. Nine tests that I am really stressed about. To understand my level of stress I had toward these tests, let me give you some background.
Since the fifth grade, I have done my schooling in San Antonio, Texas. The standarized testing that the state of Texas had, at the time I lived there, was called TAKS. I took and passed all my TAKS tests and I definally passed my Exit Level TAKS tests. (Which determines whether or not you graduate from high school.) Mind you, that the state of Virginia has a much higher standard of learning than Texas. Therefore, the TAKS tests apparently do not waver for the Virginia SOL tests. Complete and utter bull! I should not be required to do more testing just because I am a new student. I believe they should take my past TAKS testing into consideration. Virginia is definitely not Texas and I have learned from this expierence is that I will not move whilst my future children are in high school. I would not want ot put them through this bologna of a situation that I am in now. But once again, I digress.
The SOL test I am most stressed about is one of Virginia and U.S. History, a class I have never taken in my life. I took Texas and U.S. History because, well, I WAS IN TEXAS! What is the point of making me take a test that I am doomed to fail. What do I know about Virginia? I know where it's located, I know that it's colder than Texas, and I know that the school system is a dozen times more complicated than in Texas. I am going to speak to my counsler about this abomination, hopefully tomorrow. But you see here, dear reader, this was only the first few hours of my day. I don't know if it gets better or whether it gets worse, but I have a strong feeling that this will not be my only blog entry today. See you later!
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