Back from weekend away. Hunny spent the weekend feeling "Crappy." No hiking. No exploring. And, the restaurant we liked so much last year for dinner was closed for renovation. The one we liked so much for breakfast has stopped serving breakfast...so we had to kinda scrounge for meals. Maybe next year we will try going somewhere else.
That was on a post secret last week. Two reasons I'm unhappy: My dad won't be home for another MONTH. And a little boy whom I love very much is sick, and he has Cystic Fibrosis which makes it even more dangerous.
I'm mad because I showed up to gym (2nd period), albeit in the wrong spot for attendance. Our gym teacher asked if I was here, and I waved my hand and said I was there. I just got a phone call accusing me of not showing up for 2nd period. WTF?! And I just got angry all over again at my dad, who instantly accused me of not being there and when I explained, said "Well, maybe he marked you absent because he didn't like your tone." WHAT?!? HOW does that make sense? That would be against the rules!
I... think your dad was trying to be sarcastic. That sucks. Does skipping school always result in such measures in the US? Here (Israel) it's taken more in stride, though hardly encouraged. I mean, I skipped much of my 12th year, and still graduated with high marks in most subjects. I'm unhappy because I'm going to sleep soon. I love sleep, but the process of getting there is so lengthy and annoying. It's recently started taking me over an hour. I think I'm going to take a pill again.
It varies from school to school, but at my high school, if you are even tardy to more than two classes (we have four each day) in a semester (which is 18 weeks, five days a week; not sure what it's like in Israel), you receive an out of school suspension. At some of the more prestigious colleges, an OSS can break your chances for admission. It's harsh. xxxx The only thing I am happy about is the fact that this thread exists. I have a choice; I could say my piece here publically, where hopefully no one would berate or belittle me, or I could ****ing explode. David Maybury --an anthropologist, ethnologist, and Harvard professor emeritus-- made a fantastically depressing comparison some ten years ago between civilized nations (particularly Americans, as he himself is American, but also the UK and Australia) and the Ik, a nomadic tribe in northern Uganda. The Ik are known for their violent and selfish nature because food is hard to find. The children are thrown out before age three, and parents will kill them if need be, to survive. It's commonplace. Are we becoming Ik? After my unfortunate experiences this evening, general people-watching observations, and realistic (not pessimistic) outlook, I would say so. I'm writing a column about it; it's just disheartening and makes me want to change the world, if only anyone would listen. But are we too far past that point? Are we all too self-righteous and self-absorbed to listen to anything that might reflect poorly upon ourselves? Perhaps.
I'm not happy because I keep getting braxton hicks contractions... not a good sign and I'm not really wanting to go to the hospital. I have a ultrasound tomorrow, so will just see how things go.
I'm not happy because I'm at the library right now and lost my keys...right after I lost my wallet for a good hour...right after I tried to pay my phone bill with my new card that didn't work...right after I got stuck in traffic on my way home from work...right after I found out that we have our performance evaluations this week...right after...yeah...
I am not happy because a very sweet and gentle man lost his battle with cancer late this afternoon. He has been a friend of my family for so many years. I am just broken for his loved ones. We will all miss him. He loved ice cream, collards, and working in his yard. He always had a smile. He worked in church. He was a good friend and good to my grandmother when she was injured. He loved her soup. His name was Jim~ Just a very sad time.
Well considering this, what can one be unhappy about that can compare, though I am sure many of us have shared in the tragedy of losing a friend or loved one. Sounds like a great neighbor and friend, my condolences to those left heartbroken. As for me, I'm a bit tired is all.
I'm sorry your weekend wasn't as good as you were hoping it would be. I know how much you were looking forward to it! I'm sorry to hear about both. I hope that the little boy gets better! And that this next month flies by and then you get to see your dad again. That stinks, Gi. My high school used to call home when we were marked absent, but my mom just told them I had been there, and they fixed it. Will they not do that for you? I'm not sure what happened tonight, and I'm sorry you're feeling so down, disheartened, etc today, but I hope things get better for you, and that you find a way to change the world for the better, even if it's something small. I hope everything is ok, Tor! Keep us posted after your appointment tomorrow! Bad day! I hope tomorrow is better for you! I'm so sorry to hear that, Chim.
I'm very sorry to hear that Chim. I hope you start to feel better soon. As for me, I'm ill. Like, very ill. On my second week of college.
I think I have become a problem for someone. Never intended to. What is the expression...the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
YOUCH!! *suddenly feels desperately grateful for my school* No, you have to do it yourself. Which I did today. It's okay now, but at the time it made me mad. No, he was actually being serious. And it does vary from school to school. Not very harsh where I am, but it's still heavily enforced that you need to be there. Which isn't a problem for me--my classes are so fast paced that if you're not there you won't understand. So I feel no need to pretend to be sick or take a personal day.
Very late response, but Gigi at my middle school and later on high school, if you had five or more unexcused absences, you'd fail all of your classes for that semester.
Oh. Dear. Lord. Remember I said I was ill yesterday? At about midnight last night it happened again and I was up till 5am even with painkillers. But that's not the bad part. The bad part is that I woke up today, even with two alarms going off at 6:30 and 7:00, at 11:30. Fifteen minutes after my first lesson of the day started. Which means I am going to have to go in at 2:30 and pretty much grovel beneath my lecturers and the other students are going to give me a hard time like they usually do. I hate being ill.