School. Gah. I hate school quite a lot. I was late for just about half a second, the teacher didn't even start yet when I came in, but before that I had to get a note. Can it even sound more childish? -.-' So now I have to wake up at 6.00 for the coming three days, just for being late half a second. How I can hate pointless rules, unbelievable.
Today we had boxing in gym class. I like it, that's not the point, but I do have some complications. Like my glasses. I did take them off in the end, because getting hot woth my glasses on means broken glasses and a face that hurts even more. The only problem is, I'm so freaking blind that I can't even see anything sharp that isn't within 10 cm of my face. I only knew who to hit by the colour of the shrt, and even then I was confused. And the gym seems SO much bigger. I really get dizzy if I take them off. So, fine, me and this other girl practise, and then we fight, and yay - sufficient. But this other girl, she had an insufficient, so I helped her out by boxing with her. I mean, that's just obvious to me. She needs help, and I can provide it. And I do so.
The only thing I wasn't prepared for was that she'd listen to me. Her problem was that she didn't attack, and if she did, she was afraid to hurt me. So I was all like "Nah, just hit me as hard as you can, don't wait for me to hit first, I'll let you know if you really did hurt me." And I took the blows. All of them, basicly. See, that's my problem. I'm too small. So small, that both the girls could keep me at half their armlength and I still can't reach them. So this secong girl wasn't prepard for me coming close enough to hit her too, and she just punched me full in the face.
And there came the automatic reaction. I mean, it didn't hurt, really, it was just momentarily and not THAT hard, I was just shocked a moment. But she hit me right in the eye, so I started crying and my voice got all thinck and stuff. And I'm like trying to smile through the tears, telling her it's allright, nothing's wrong, but I did need a break. And the teacher was all like "If you want to you can go to the bathroom, but be back in time." Dork.
And guess what? I still only got a sufficient. I used all the techniques they learned us, I've been present, I tried hard, I was sweating all the time, and usually too tired to go to class after gym. I took a voluentary second match, got the hardest blow in class, and was ready to continue as soon as I put some water on it. He's such a dork. Really.
Anyways, the rest of classes was quite the usual. Boring stuff, nothing to come in for, nothing to keep you from going, seeing the consequences. And then there was my history exam. Which was a personal hell. Quite literally. It's a full one and a half hour writing, writing and more writing. And finding out that your teacher decided to pretand it's not so much of a big deal, and that the exam is about 10 times harder than expected. and it's needing a sugerboost to stay awake and sharp, while I normally need a suger breakdown. It's terrible. And it's my life.
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