I've had a rough week. This is gonna be a LONG blog so if you want to stop reading, you should do it right now.

I'm on the yearbook staff at school. We create the pages on photoshop. I warned the teacher at the beginning of the year that I'm kind of slow using photoshop and she said that it's fine, to just work at my own pace and try to get my pages done for the deadlines. I said fine, I can do that. Well, I originally had the faculty page to work on, and I was assigned that in October. Then the day we get out for Christmas break, the teacher assigned me the JV boys basketball page. The JV page's deadline was yesterday, and the faculty page's deadline isn't till March. So I decided to take a break on the faculty page and work on the JV page since that deadline is first.

Then the teacher pulled me out of cla.ss last Friday to talk to me about my grade. She gave me a D- for the second marking period. We were sitting out in the hall and she told me that she gave me that grade because I haven't turned in a page yet. She asked me what was going on. I told her that I was working on the JV page first because that deadline was first. She told me that she wanted the faculy page first, regardless if that deadline is after the other deadline. So I was confused after awhile. Then we didn't have school the Wednesday before this talk occured because there was a teacher inservice and she asked me why I didn't come to school then to work on my page. She never told me to come to school that day to work on the pages. I told her, "I have a single parent who works. I have to ride to the school." Then she asked me why I couldn't have a friend bring me. I told her that all my friends pretty much live 20-30 minutes away or they don't have their licenses yet.

Here's the kicker. We were quiet for a minute or two and then she asked me, "So you live with your mom?" And I was like, "Yeah." And then she was like, "So what? Your father walked out on you and was never in your life?" I was like, "No, he passed away when I was six and I don't want to talk about it." Then she got on the subject about how she's going through a divorce right now and it's a hard time for her as well, and she kind of knows what I'm going through. She has no idea what I'm going through. For one thing, she had no right to say what she said to me. She made me cry in the hallway! I was crying when she told me why she gave me the grade that she did and then I started crying even more when she asked me about my dad. It's none of her business. She doesn't have to know about my personal life and what goes on in my family. After we were done talking, I went in the bathroom and cried for like 20 minutes.

After school, I told my sister about what happened, and she was mad as hell. She still is. Then on Sunday, I was on facebook, and I was telling one of my friends about what happened. Little did I know the person that works with the guidance counselor had read what I told my friend. She was really upset when she heard about what happened. She told me on facebook that if I ever needed a break that I could just go into her office and hang out there for the hour.

Then on Monday and Tuesday of this week, we had 2 hour delayed starts on both days. I don't have a ride to school on delayed starts so I stayed home those days. Well, on Tuesday, the person that works with the guidance counselor called the house looking for me. My sister answered the phone and told her that I wasn't home, but I was really still sleeping. So then on Wednesday when it was time for me to go to Yearbook cla.ss I went to the guidance office and asked the person that works with the counselor if I could stay there for the hour. She said it was fine. My next cla.ss was Physics and when I was there, my Yearbook teacher came into the room and asked me why I wasn't in cla.ss I told her that I was in the guidance office. She asked me why, and I told her it was none of her business. She just walked out of the room then.

Before I went home on Wednesday I went into the guidance office again, and asked the person that works with the counselor if I could stay in there during Yearbook cla.ss for the rest of the week. She said that was fine but I would have to go back to cla.ss eventually. I told her that I wanted to talk to the counselor about this whole thing, and the counselor wasn't coming to school till Friday because she was getting ready for some testing that she has to do in a month. She said that it was fine and that I could stay there for the rest of the week. She also told me that she was really upset when she read what I had wrote on facebook. She told me that she wanted to get me out of that cla.ss. She doesn't want me to feel like I'm being tortured.

So then yesterday, I talked to the counselor about what happened. She was really shocked that a teacher would actually say that to a student. She understood where I was coming from and she also wanted to get me out of that cla.ss. So now instead of yearbook, I'm gonna be in Art. Well, hopefully. I don't know yet. I find out on Monday if I can get in that cla.ss or not. But I'm pretty sure I can.

Then yesterday after school, I went to the bar that my grandparents own to hang out with them and my aunt Gina, her boyfriend Tony, my uncle Jaime, my aunt Amy, my sister and her friend Brittany. I relayed the story about three different times separately to them all, and they think that I should talk to the principal about this. They're really really upset about it. Not only am I gonna talk to the principal about this but I'm also gonna do something else. If you want to know what that something else is, you can pm me and ask me what it is. I won't say it on here.

Now the next thing that I'm gonna say has nothing to do with what happened at school.

My sister and Brittany went to a concert last night on the college campus that I live close to. It got over at midnight and I went to pick them up. Then we went to Walmart. After leaving Walmart and pulling back on the road, there was this truck that was right on my butt behind me. If I had tapped the brakes just a little bit, it would've hit me. Then I did something that I know I probably shouldn't have done. I opened my window and flipped them the bird. The dude driving got mad and guess what he did. He passed me...over a double yellow line in the middle of town!!! There were cars coming from the other direction and he would've hit them if he wasn't speeding to get in front of me. Then the passenger flipped me off. When they got in front of me, I layed on the horn. I layed on it about three times. Then we come to a stop sign, and when it was their turn to go they wouldn't go. They then squealed the tires and tried to kick up mud and dirt that would hit the front of my car. Well, it didn't work out for them. I opened the window then, stuck my head out and yelled "F*** you!!!" That made them really mad. After turning to go in one direction, they pulled a U turn in the middle of the road and started following me. Well, I cut off on a side road and they tried to follow me but that didn't work. We were by the elementary school then and I cut down the bus lane to catch up with them so I could yell at them again. When they went by I yelled at them out my window again. Then the driver slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road. I pulled out of the bus lane and when the other way than they were pointing. And the driver then put the truck in reverse and tried chasing me backward!!! I wasn't going very fast then and he almost hit me doing that idiotic move. But then I went faster and got away from them.

Our adrenaline was pumping and I had a hard time sitting still. My legs were shaking and I had a hard time keeping my foot on the accelerator. We then went for a ride through town and we were going past a gas station when we saw a truck that looked just like the one that was chasing us. So I pulled a U turn in a parking lot and went back to that gas station. They people were inside and so we parked and looked at the truck. There was a sticker that said "Sounds and Motion" on the tailgate of the truck. That was the exact truck that was chasing us. So we quickly wrote down the license plate number and then took off. But they saw us when we were pulling out. But they didn't do anything but stare.

I dropped my sister and Brittany off at the house that Brittany was staying at. She was dog sitting so she's there for the weekend. Then I went home. They called the cops and told them about what happened. My sister then called me after the cops left and said that the truck belonged to someone that the cops have been dealing with for awhile. They said that they were gonna take care of it.

So there's my rough week. Told you it was gonna be a LONG blog lol.