actually, no. let me clarify. i don’t care if you smoke or not, but i hate those who are so inconsiderate. it’s none of my business if you smoke, but can you not smoke in front of babies, toddlers, children?! even teens, adults, old people — i’m sure they don’t want to be inhaling that secondhand shit. those who smoke everywhere, including in no smoking zones. once i witnessed a man smoke outside a preschool where children were out on the playground. he was a couple of feet away, yet he still chooses to exhale right in front of them. what the heck is up with that? it wouldn’t kill them to go elsewhere to take a puff? do you know how many people die from smoking or lung cancer? not ten. not hundreds. not thousands. but m-i-l-l-i-o-n-s. if they want lung cancer, so be it. but how about they just put a little consideration into their actions and not do it in front of a crowd of people who want to breathe in the already populated “fresh” air. as for me, i hate the smell of secondhand smoke. i feel like gagging every time. simply shooting them the bitch look or dramatically coughing to make them feel “guilty” doesn’t exactly make that carbon monoxide disappear. trust me, i’ve tried.
this year i have a super duper nice teacher. he’s one of the most caring and most forgiving teachers i have ever encountered. he’s too nice. he shares his life stories, and even though sometimes it isn’t the most interesting, i listen to them because it’s the least i can do. the whole class can be chaotic, and he’ll still be cheerfully talking. it’s pretty sad sometimes. he has good intentions, and wants his students to learn from his mistakes. i think he’s the perfect grandpa. he told us a story about how his little grandson wants to build a boat that would sail in the bathtub, and he ended up making it from scratch. then they both sailed the boat together. it’s just so cute. his laptop wallpaper is a picture of his grandson in the driver’s seat of a car “driving”. his wife is his high school sweetheart and they spent over 50 years together but he still love her as always. i think he’s one of the best people i know. he’s always our committee adviser, and we want to get him a super awesome christmas present this year. i know it’s a little early and all, but it’s never too early for christmas.
i don’t have homework today but i feel stressed. today’s a collaboration day but it’s already almost four and i spent so much time working or at school today. i feel like going to the beach :X i woke up today and brought breakfast to school. in first period, i was eating my yogurt and this freshman asked me why i always eat. it was funny because i’m hungry. and he kept thinking i’m a junior. i guess i just look very young ;) hehe, it reminds me of ms. su’s “young and beautiful” speeches in math last year. even though i hated that class, there were many memorable moments. we got into our groups to work on our “presentation” that i have to present because i mistakenly thought i was the color orange .. but whatever, i’ll do it and it’s no big deal. in second period, the accounting test wasn’t that bad and i spent the rest of the time doing nothing. nothing interesting in third, just did work and talk to tiffany. we go on people.com every day and catch up on the latest celebrity news ;)
i don’t like my english class. i heard this guy say it was a “chill” class, and when i think about it, it’s true. but i don’t like it. nothing about it is captivating. everything (and when i say everything, i mean everything) bores me to death. johnny and i worked on our posters and i noticed today he wasn’t singing like he usually does :X we have a big problem because none of us is creative, and i ended up drawing ugly people-like figures. to be honest, it was pretty good for not-so-good work. hopefully, my classmates will forgive me for presenting them with ugly drawings. i hate fifth period. i really do. but my friend gave me a bag of sour patch today. i didn’t think he was serious when he said he was going to bring food but yay.
i went to my locker to pick up project green stuff and then went to pham’s for our meeting. okay, to be honest, i was a bit nervous because there’s over 100+ people in the club. i’m sure some will eventually drop out and others will be forever inactive, but .. that’s a lot of people. i think around 50 people showed up because there were a bunch of people standing and at least 30 in the seats. i hope my voice wasn’t shaky but i hate my voice anyway. i’m happy people showed up though and glad that they didn’t leave trash behind. because in the end, we’re the ones who have to clean it up :) and so much people running for everything. i went to psych next and we had our test. at first, i couldn’t focus because my heart was still racing from running to class. i think i did good though, and after school iba meeting. it. was. so. darn. useless. no offense and all, but we’ve heard this information 2837835 times and it’s stupid to keep telling us again and again when it’s the same thing. but what’s cool is the bonding time between my committee. i don’t think i’m that great of a leader though. i went home because i’m so darn tired and i don’t have any homework today so that’s why i’m blogging.
well, for a first time in awhile, i finally came home before six.
today, the public bus was packed. it wasn’t just only filled with students; there were many elderly people as well. i guess they are bored at home, so they decide to roam the city or visit their families and friends on this beautiful sunny day. since the bus was packed, many people had to stand. it was a bumpy ride, and many people had to hold on so they would not be knocked over. we had a few stops before we reached our destination; one of which an elderly asian lady with a cane got on. there were no seats available, and even before she took a step onto the bus, a student in front silently picked up his backpack and got up from his seat so she could sit down. that boy was either a freshman or a sophomore. this is one of the nicest little gestures anyone can do. it was so thoughtful. it really gmh.
i need to bold
need to jump in the cold water
need to grow older with a girl like you
finally see you were naturally the one to make it so easy when you show me the truth
yeah, yeah i’d rather be with you
say you want the same thing too
as i stood in the middle of the hall stuffing notebooks, folders, and textbooks into my locker, you walk by and nudge me. i turn around just as you are walking away. you turn back, and wave. i smile, and wave back. it’s been a few years, but it still makes me so happy. our relationship is like no other. i love how so few words are ever exchanged between us, yet we’re so at ease and comfortable with each other. later in the day, as i was slowly walking to class, i see you ten feet in front of me. i walk up to you, tap you on the shoulder, and walk away. as i turn back, you smile and wave. can we just be friends forever?
yes, i am the average short. yes, i am small and weak. but that doesn’t mean you bigger people can trample all over me. today while i was rushing down the overcrowded hall ways of the main building to the guidance office to turn in something before the stupid bell rings, this big (not being racist or anything, just descriptive) mexican purposely blocked my way and shoved me aside. rude, much? she sneered at me and said “excuse you”. shut up, stupid bitch. i don’t need to be excused. not to sound bitchy much, but i have the “right of way” because i’m not exactly shoving people aside to make room for myself. like she is. i’m just weaving in and out of the crowd to get to where i need to go. and she and her friends were in the middle of the halls, causing the traffic jam and all. i don’t get why people are so darn rude when they don’t even own the hallways :(
i hate it when teachers make mistakes on my grades
i know, i know. everyone makes mistakes, and we should never hold it against them. and believe me, i am not. but that doesn’t mean that i like it either. i’m a bit anxious since yesterday because my english grade is in jeopardy. it’s still early, and it’s fixable, but going up is much harder than going down. i have no idea how i dropped two and a half letter grades. i don’t even know if it’s possible, but she failed my essay. and i can tell you that my essay wasn’t half bad and i deserve at least a C.