Getting up for school. High school, it’s the worst. Especially if this mean girl named AJ and nosy, bitchy teachers (Mr.W, Coach, Mr.Yo Man! Mr. Key, and Mrs, P) are on your butt. Now I know that some of them are trying to help me. But I feel like such a burden to all of them by just being in their class. I would honestly like to believe that Mr. P is trying to help me this semester. The thought just didn’t stick with me when she failed me last semester, though. And I swear, I was at school in her class more than all of my classes. I did all of the work and I did it to completion. I got A’s on most of her assignments and if it wasn’t an A it was a B. So there was no reason I shouldn’t have passed her class.
Now Mr. W (Aka Lang Sais, because he looks exactly identical to him.) I can see why he’s a jerk to me. I don’t show up at his class now, and I didn’t really show up to his class then, either. It’s a shame, too. I loved Science, the very existence of everything fascinated me. And I showed up to his class a few weeks ago because the class was studying about Astronomy, thinking I was going to get hospitality. But no, all I got was hostility.
Mr. Youmen, pronounced kind of like “semen”, but I spell it Yo Man. He’s my math teacher. My math teacher last semester I liked much better. But I got switched math teachers because God hates me. I haven’t been to math since January. Besides the one time I went a few weeks ago, it also happened to be the time I was 30 minutes late to school. Trying to quietly slip in my seat, he turns his head and puts on this big fake smile and says, “Welcome back!”. I haven’t been back there since.
And Coach? I know she doesn’t want to fail me. I just don’t go to gym anymore. I feel bad for her. Like I let her down, but I guess the only person I should feel bad for is myself. There’s also this other teacher. Her name is Mrs. Foster, all she has ever done is try to help me, ever since I stepped foot in her classroom. She’s the only reason I used to go to school. Now… I feel like such a failure. Sitting here, at the park in 30 degree weather, while snow piles on my hat. Hm maybe I’ll put some of my depressing poetry out.