Today marks the day of my first in school suspension. Yep, you read it right. SUSPENDED. Half a day, though...I still have an hour left of this hell. You're probably wondering why in God's name did I get an in school suspension in the first place? Well, you see....I was in my 3rd hour class-choir. Which btw, sucks balls just for the record. I HATE that class with a burning passion. Anyways, so we were getting up to sing more of our "Disney Dazzle" music and I jumped up enthusiastically and my phone flew, FLEW out of my sweater pocket and went sliding across the concrete floor. Sweet. It was just lying on the floor and I just pretended like nothing happened. Until what's his nuts looks over and I guess I'm not so sneaky because he totally saw me grabbing my phone. Then, he got real red in the face and started getting his pissy, woman voice. "Hilary is that yours?" "Yep" I replied. "It flew out of my pocket...and...yeah, I was just getting it". Then, he replied "Yeah, Hilary...like that could honesty happen, good one, nice try". Pshhhht, I was so p/o'd. Honestly? I wasn't even texting. He then did a little speed walk over to my spot when the bell rang and told me to hand over the phone and got all up in my grill. I then refused. Yep, I stood up to him. mwuahahaha. But, it didn't end so well. He said that either I give up the phone or he gives me a Saturday school. I said "SATURDAY SCHOOL." I was not giving up my baby phone...I refused. So I just walk out of the room. The next hour......I was in the gym and the big dude aka-my prince o pal came in and told me to follow him and that I had an in school suspension. Then we walked past all of my classmates who were eating their lunch. I was the talk of the school....psssst....."hey....hey.....why are you following prince o pal? They would gesture things at me like...WTF dude?! I just walked faster...maybe they would think I'm not actually walking with him. So, he basically shoves a book at me and I get trapped in a little room for like four hours...and here I am. I'm supposed to be working on my math right now...but I'm obviously blogging instead. Ms. Farrell, aren't you proud of my commitment to the blogging world? An hour left....could it go any S L O W E R.
Gotta love senior year :)
Damseling with even more Distress.
