Why I Can't Stand My School

I really do despise my school.  It's not even the school, mainly the idiots that occupy it.  Don't get me wrong, I don't hate EVERYONE, but it seems that the general trend is to be rude and unpleasant.  To set the record straight, here is my somewhat complete list of hates and not hates.
Faculty I can't stand:
Mr. Weinberg: he's mean, discouraging and makes gruesome threats.  Not even a good drama teacher.
Mrs. Davis: she is dehumanizing, rude and doesn't teach.  She knows virtually nothing.
Mrs. Wahder: she refuses to accept the fact students are smarter then her by assigning more homework.
Ms. Fuhr: probably on crack of some sort of drug.  She has a couch in her office while she takes naps and hires a sub.
Ms. Keeter: she's just to weird, and comes back from sad subjects too fast, a weakness that must be corrected.
Mrs. Poup: questioned ME about selling drugs.
The lunch ladies: In English, please.
CPt. Rould: ROTC man, he's a grouch and scary and mean.
Ms. Taxeria: does weird stretches in the hallway.  I just wanna go to class.
The principal:  I don't hate her, but the expectations she sets are way too lofty, and I don't think she has our best interests in mind.

Now these people I can stand:
Mrs. Gardemi: nice, rewarding and easygoing.
Mr. Renn: the assistant principal or something, but he's pretty nice and stuff.  I don't know if he can solve the mess that is this school.

I also really don't like the students here.  I only can stand just a handful.  The sluts annoy me the most.  One girl took a pic of her in bed with some guy and put it on Facebook.  Especially when those things happen, I wish I was homeschooled.  The behavior here is gross.  I have been tormented by the druggies, senior dgaffers, junior dbags, and lets not even start about girls.  Every where I go its PDA, PDA, PDA.  There are creepers everywhere.  They stare, them walk over and stand there, waiting for you to say something... So weird.  Anyways, I tired.  Ciao!

Creeper, or Peter Pan?

     There's a woman named Kendra at my dance studio, who takes kid classes instead of adult classes.  She has this annoyingly perky personality, and is always finding the bright side of things, even though there is no bright side.  Once, my friend Clare injured her Achille's, and she just smiled and said, "You're so tough, Clare-Bear!  I'm so proud of you!"   I wanted to hang myself right there and then.  I also don't understand why Kendra tries to hang out with the teenagers.  She's 30.  She doesn't have a job, she's just taking classes with her inheritance from her mom.  She's not in a relationship or anything.  She's at the studio all the time.  For people like me, Clare, and others who are actually serious about dance, this is normal.  But for a 30-year-old who has no career ahead of her, (come on, she can't even get onto the box of her pointe shoe.) it's a little weird.  My guess is that either she's a creeper, who doesn't have any friends, and tries to hang out with kids, and my dance teachers.  Or she has Peter Pan Syndrome, and doesn't want to be an adult.  I'm a list maker at heart, so I'm going to make a list about why Kendra should leave my studio.
1.  At the Nutcracker last year, after the Waltz of the Snowflakes, she ran off stage, said "F*** these damn shoes!" and ripped them off her feet.  She probably would've been kicked out then and there, but the teachers didn't hear her, and I didn't have the courage to say anything.
2.  She hits on one of the teachers, who is gay.  It just makes everything awkward, and he must bring up the fact that he is gay AGAIN, which has many conservative parents shaking their heads.
3.  She watches kids in the dressing room.  This is really awkward.
4.  She sucks at dance.  I know my teachers agree with me.  Come on, back me up here Miss K.

I wish she ( and Cece) would finally realize that there is absolutely no way they would make it in the dance world.  The End.

Sorry for the Long Wait...

     It's been a while since my last post, forgive me.  Not much has happened, though.  Ciaran had a Halloween/birthday party for his 9th birthday.  Me and Thea had to serve a bunch of bratty 3rd graders for 2 hours.  Fun.  Today was a very stressful day.  Apparently, Willow had somewhat caught on to what I'm doing, so before she finds out, I'm changing her name to Cece.  Sorry.  Cece is driving me nuts!  Plus, I was talking to a friend of mine, Faith, and "Cece" overheard me talking about her being really fake, and I think she got upset.  She is beginning to brag about her being skinny now.  She's like  "I'm 72 pounds."  That can't be possible, sorry.  She is 5'3".  She should be admitted to an anorexia treatment center, or take some Boost, at least.  Or she could just be honest, and I'd be perfectly happy with that.  Shelby, however, has gotten more tolerable.  Yet, Shelby tolerates Cece, even though Cece bags on her 24/7.  I really hope Cece quits.  She is making my life more frustrating than it already is.  We are in 3 scenes in the Nutcracker, and she doesn't even star in one.  Her acting is that terrible.  I'm sorry, it is.  Her fake smile, meaningless emotions, pointing at random things.  I want to just bang my head on the wall.

Dysfunctional Dancers: Part 1 Of Many to Come

Well, you may know that I am a pretty serious dancer.  I had a weekly rehearsal with my ballet performance group tonight.  I am the oldest one in that group.  There are ten of us, and I would like to describe them all for you since you will be hearing about them a lot.

Me: AWESOMENESS

Willow: She's the 2nd oldest.  Ugh, she's sooo annoying...  Whiny and sad when she doesn't get her way.  Bossy and annoying all the time.  Thinks she's God's gift to ballet.  Overdramatic.  One of my least favorite people to walk this earth.  And her mom thinks she's way cooler than she is...

Shelby:  She's 3rd oldest.  In cahoots with Willow, also very annoying.  Those two follow me everywhere.  She's pretty spoiled, and likes to let everyone know.  She takes stuff and never gives it back.

Tati:  The epitome of spoiled brat.  She owns her own business, and wears Michael Kors (she's nine) and has two ipads.  She has the best of everything, yet she can't pick up on choreography to save her life.

Emily:  She farts constantly in class, it's awful.  She is generally quiet, and has some potential.  She is just really unattentive and gets bored really easily.

Charlotte:  The smallest in our performance group,  she's really cute.  She is a great little dancer (better than Willow and Shelby who are 3 and 4 years older) and she works really hard.   I'm 5 years older than her, and I respect her.

Lily:  Also a good dancer, and really mature for her age.  I think she is one of the better dancers in our performance group, an enemy of Shelby's.  An enemy of Shelby's is a friend of mine.

Becca:  She is adorable.  She was my partner in the Spring Show this year, she was great.  She listens and needs some technical work, but her sparkling personality on stage totally makes up for that.

Piper:  The cute, freckled kid.  Every group should have someone like her.  She's just the funniest thing ever.  She is scared of Willow.  But then again everyone is.

June:  She doesn't say much.  At all.  She blends into the background, but is a good dancer.  Her legs are like 200 miles long, it's not fair.  We go to certain stores to hide from Willow, Shelby, and occasionally Tati.

So today we had Breast Cancer Awareness day, because it was the 1 year anniversary of some teacher's death from breast cancer.  They wanted us to wear pink.  I brought extra stuff like ribbons in case people forgot.  I gave one ribbon to Charlotte because she asked me nicely.  Then Willow was like   "Hey, Dahlia, get me something pink!"  I was like, slow down bitch, I don't even know if I have anything left!  I did though.  I decided to hold a contest for my pink sweater to wear.  Me and Becca were the judges.  I had them do our Angels dance from the Nutcracker, and the clear winner was Lily, cause she was the only one who remembered it.  So Willow gives me this "Oh no you didn't" look.  Come on.  It's a sweater.  And then Shelby punches Lily, greaaaatttt.  Well, I'll let you know how tomorow's rehearsals go with these guys.

Dahlia

One of THOSE Days

It was one of THOSE days today, when its cold and cloudy outside, and Mrs. W opens the windows and turns on the A.C.  When English Teacher wears skinny jeans and pretends to sound smart when she's really making no sense.  When I have to label the parts of the heart, to be subsequently called an idiot when I cannot find the pulmonary valves (well I know now.)   Well, Mrs. W does NOT like me.  Maybe she's jealous of my normal size.  No, I'm pretty sure she embraces her fatness.  Maybe she's jealous of my I.Q.  I'm not even that smart, but hey, I'm smarter than her.  I did the homework in literally 3 seconds, and she got mad cuz I didn't show work for 2+9=11 seriously.  Then in English.  Oh crap, English Teacher rambles on and on and then says "SMILE!  YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY!"  How can I be happy when I have HER as an english teacher?  I think I'd better scowl instead.  She's making us rewrite some dumb thesis and it will be just as bad as before.  Maybe even worse.  Well, bye everyone...

Dahlia

Storytime: Mr. Brannan's 5th Period

Last year, I had a very entertaining algebra class.  The teacher was Mr. Brannan, a very flamboyant guy who wore woman's shirts and weird hats.  My two good friends and I, Shannon and Mallory developed a dislike for Mr. Brannan and his weird ways.  Our tricks to faze Mr. Brannan got in the way of grades, though, me and Mallory in particular.  But aside from our awful grades, we always did something really fun in our back corner of the class, in the midst of Brannan's strange and at times perverted comments.  Mallory and I LOVE Saturday Night Live.  After every weekend, we'd come to school, and the first thing we'd say to each other is "Did you see Stefon?"  "Wasn't Lana Del Rey terrible?"  "Wasn't that monologue hilarious?"  Once, we decided to write a skit for Stefon on weekend update, one of our favorites.  I will post it later once I find it in my pile of old schoolwork and other crap, but just take my word it was really funny.  Please, if you've never seen Stefon on weekend update, youtube it.  But anyways, we kept reading our original skit, and Mr. Brannan took it from us and put in his collection of random toys, broken phones, and letters he got from students.  His one rule was, "once something goes in my jar, it may never come out."  Well, reciprocating our skit was not gonna happen, so when Brannan was standing at the door of the room, I snuck over to his jar, and took out the skit.  He never found out.  I was definitely blunt with Mr. Brannan,  on the last day of school I told him "This was the worst class ever."  Well, I regret saying that, because 1/2 of my classes this year are worse than Brannan's class for sure.  And after taking his shirt off in front of us, calling me, Shannon and Mallory witches, and the teacher's aide a vixen (and it was a dude) and 19 letters of complaint to the principal, no progress was made.  I really got absolutely nothing out of that class, just countless laughs, some humiliation, and the knowledge to never trust a math teacher who watches Game of Thrones when he should be grading tests.

Ouch, My Hand

I just punched a wall.  Yeah, there is a dent.  I am PISSED at english teacher today.  To PISS her off, even though I doubt she'll read this, I'm going to use words she hates.  PISS.  That's a GOOD place to start.  She is a BAD teacher.  I'm going to use lots of slang, (which I'm sure would make Tyrone very HAPPY) because she yelled at us today for usin' SLANG.  So, I'm gonna make a list of thing that I am VERY PISSED about.
1.  SHE IS WEIRD!  If I haven't convinced you, her favorite shows are Phineas and Ferb and My Little pony.
2.  SHE GIVES YOU THE GRADE SHE FEELS LIKE GIVING YOU.  If she hates you, sorry, you have a D.  She claims that the grades you get in your freshman and senior years make no difference in college acceptance.  Coincidentally, those happen to be the two grades she teaches.
3.  SHE GIVES US SOOO MUCH HOMEWORK!  If grades don't matter, why don't you just fail us and let us eat chips for an hour?  My stress level would decrease by 100%.
4.  SHE TREATS HER TEACHER'S AIDE LIKE A SPOUSE.  This is probably the most disturbing.  This poor guy.  She calls him "honey" and I've seen her spank him once or twice.  Who in their right mind would ever sign up for that job?

I'd like to introduce a new term.  It's AITF.  Short for ASS IN THE FACE.  Everywhere I turn, some teacher's ass is in my face.  It's awful.  It always happens to be, well, a king-size teacher, (Biology, Math, and English)  which makes it more disturbing.  AITF has many useful uses.  If someone's ass is in yo face, first of all.  Another use is for when someone, a teacher in particular, is treating you like $h!t.  It's like they're sticking their ass in your face, just to PISS you off.  Other uses may include being blown off, being directly insulted, or judged.  Let me know who's AITF'd you today, in the comments, or on Twitter, @jacksondahlia11 #AITF.