Sunday, April 17, 2011

I never accually talk about my days.

I Just thought Id let the people that I know aren't reading that my previous lis of reasons why I'm depressed have grown. Some things have been eliminated and others added.

Let's talk about this week. On monday I got my flyers up and I wasn't too happy that people were tearing them down, that's the day that I wanted to die. I probably would have bailed last minute but it's the fact that I thought about it. Everything was better at kayak practice.

The week dragged on and on Thursday Bradley (my opponent) got his flyers. He had his stupid friends hang them. Cheerleaders. The cheerleaders and the artistic kids do not mix well. I wanted to tear their heads off. They put bradley's flyers on top of mine. I quietly told Alex Dawson the worst person at my school to go kill herself. She's an awful person and i wouldn't have said something like that to anybody but her.

Then on friday it was the big day. I left with 15 minutes left of 5th hour so we could get set up. As the students were shuffling in Mrs.Jensen called us behind stage. She told us that this was a dirty race and it shouldn't have gone the way it did. She talked about peoples friends be rude to eachother, people calling eachother bitxhes and a few other things that were mostly towards bradley, Brett and I. Needless to say i went out there and screwed up a couple of times. I did look hot though. I was satisfied with my dress and got many compliments. It was the scariest thing I had ever done. We went on to sixth hour and Mrs.J told usthat shed try to give us the results by the end of the day. They did it quickly and I was called during 6th hour to hear the results.
She announced that there would be a run off for historian. Then she announced it. "our sophomore vice president will be... Bradley baker." I was kinda discouraged. But she went on and told us our numbers. Bradley: 168 myself: 124 I was satisfied with being able to get 124 voters. It was a close race.

Then I took the walk of shame back to class. We were taking a math test. Before I left eveyone was saying goodjob and Mrs.Brooks told me that herself, Mrs.Bishop andMrs.Carnes picked up only two ballads with bradley on them.

I opened the door and everyone looked at me and I had to tell them I lost. It sucked. Mrs.Brooks thought I was messing with them. But sadly I wasn't. I went and told mrs.delancy my supporter and she thought for sure I was gonna win. I went on and Mrs.Liebel approached me and was all "it's okay, I was there when she said it" I told her it was fine and I'd be okay and continued to seventh hour.

Bradley is in my seventh hour and I didn't feel like seeing him. I put my headphones in and read Mr.Schatzels lips and followed instructions. I went to my corner after school and people were asking me if I won. I didn't win, so I told them no. As I got into my van my step dad John asked me what happened. I told him I wanted to call my mom and he flipped out. I told him and my mom that I lost and it's now Sunday and he hasn't said a wor to me. I don't care about his opinion I did my best.

On Saturday kayak practice was the best. I wa at the front of the group for once even though I was last into the water. With every stroke I thought about a different person I hated... Stroke "John" stroke "Alex Dawson"... Stroke "Brett ward" stroke... " bradley baker" stroke... "elections" stroke... "everybody that voted Bradley" stroke "the forty people off I was from winning" stroke... Etc.

It was my best practice yet and my cute coach Kyle was impressed. My starts were awesome. I had to wait an hour after practice but I felt good.

Tomorrow is going to be awesome. I'm gonna wait after school, then I'm walking to the boathouse to leave my stuff and then I'm gonna run. I'm gonna push my muscles till I can't feel them moving. I want to excersise until I forget the world and everybody in it. Then I think I'll draw someone kayaking.

Over all the best thing out of my entire week was Mrs.Brooks an kayaking.
Better luck next week?

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