Cruel Life #13

Sometimes I feel Insecure. When it comes to classes, I feel unsecured with my grade. I feel like the tiniest mistake can bring my grade down by a lot. When I move homes, I feel unsecured because I feel I need to catch up in school a lot. Sometimes-
C: Wait. You already moved. You have just finished catching up on school work. Do not feel unsecured.
Me:How am I suppose to do that?
C:You are a bright person, and you can always pull something off last hour. Not last minute because remember what happened that last time?
Me: I do not want to talk about it. Just stop.
C: Fine. Keep in mind that I do like to help
Me: You are right.
C: So tell me, how is it being in the new place?
Me: Can You Be More specific?
C: How are the neighbors? How do you feel about the kids in that residence?
Me: I do not know yet. The grown ups are somewhat nice, but some just seem to be a little crazy. They scream a lot. The kids are mostly little girls. May be like two years younger. The boys are like probably a grade level behind me, but they all seem like little wanna be swag kids.
C: What is swag anyways?
Me: Dude! Do not interrupt me. I do not know what the hell swag is. Anyway, the neighbor told me that the kids my age are bad influences. I am a little concerned...



Computer Education

Like I mentioned in my previous blog, Period seven was like my favorite period. My classes were somewhat fun. I mentioned art, but by the second semester, I had started computers. At first, I did not really like the teacher, but I got used to her, and I realized that she was actually pretty cool. She liked to curse at students in the mildest way possible. She had some anger problems, and she was really loud. She made fun of the art teacher because she was right next door. She always said her class was boring. It was kind of mean, but many people agreed with her. Anyway, in the class, I had a crush on this one girl. She was somewhat conceited, but I liked her. To this day, I did not realized why, but there was something about her. she sat in the same row as I did, but she was further apart from my chair. She hated my guts. It was probably because she called me a weirdo, and I poked her every time. I do not think she liked that. I actually stoped, but she just gave me a look every time I said "Hi" to her.


Computer

I am thinking because one day, She messaged me online, and asked if I liked her. I felt like "What the hell," and I simply confessed. She took it... "Okay," and then she decided to make me her "Friend." She never talked to me again. Her best friend hated me the most, but then, she did not hate me any more. I was thinking that this was because I began helping her with math and stuff. Beside crush related friends, Computer class was usually boring. It was not always that way though, because some students knew a website where they could talk to leprechauns or something. It was a tripp. Certain students asked specific questions, and get answers that were abnormal for a computer to know. Things like, "Who sits next to me?" and "What color is my underwear?" It was a crazy class. One time, an eighth grader punched me so hard on the arm, and left me a bruise. He thought he was strong, and I told him to prove it. I am such an idiot. Anyway, I later made friends, and I learned many things that can be done with a computer. I will never forget that class. Those gave me some of the best memories ever.

In Memory Of - Breyda Perez, Michelle Hernandez, and Ms. Ordoñez