Yea...Basically one thing after another, a chain-reaction of bad events that just got worse and worse.

And it SUCKED.

How bad was it? Well, put it this way...I got insulted by my PRINCIPAL and my GUIDANCE COUNCILOR. In one day. Not at the same time, but still.

Well, I had went into the office of my Principal to talk about my bitch of a homeroom teacher. Why is she a bitch? Because she marks me tardy to homeroom class even though I get there five or less seconds after the second bell rings. She's marked me 19 times tardy. And I got two Saturday detentions for it.

Oh no, that's not all. A friend of mine gets to her homeroom class 3 MINUTES late, and her teacher does NOT mark her tardy.

Yes. That's how fucked up Westfield High School is.

Well anyways, my Principal said I was acting like a 7th grader and a baby about the situation. Really. Fuckin' great guy, isn't he?

The reason why I'm only a few seconds late, by the way, is because I get breakfast in the cafeteria in the morning, which is on the other side of the building. My homeroom, inconveniently, is on the OTHER side of the building opposite of the cafeteria. And my Principal says that doesn't matter. Of COURSE it matters, damn it!

So later, after a hell of alot of things happened, I went to my oh-so lovely guidance councilor's office to call home and see if I could get a ride home early from school. That didn't happen.

So after I talked to my Mother, my guidance councilor gets all pissy at me because of the way I talked to my Mother. Now, I did have a little bit of a tone 'cause I was really irritated by my horrible day, so I had every right to have a tone.

To make a long story short, my guidance councilor basically asked how my Mother puts up with me.

Seriously, if you're gonna be a fucking guidance councilor, actually understand how the student's feeling and shit like that. And if you're gonna ask questions like that, go to fucking hell.

Yep. One of the greatest High School's in Westfield, folks.

Bullshit.