School Sucks

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Allright. So yesterday I had to go to school on my bike. I hate my bike. Or the bike hates me. We don't get along very well. It's quite okay in the morning though, because it's downhill all the way to my school. I still arrive all messy and sweat anyway. When I arrived at my school, it was 8:05 am. That's the hour I usually leave my house, so I was there like, 25 minutes too early. Quite a sucky start, I could've slept some more during those 1500 seconds. When the bell rang, I head off towards the Pavilion (the 'center' of my school, they stole it from the World expo in Brussels in '58. Seriously, they did. They took the whole building and put it next to the 'castle', the oldest part of my school, which used to be an actual castle, but don't expect too much of it, it's quite an ugly building. The biggest part of it is occupied by the 5 nuns who still live there). So anyway, right when I got there, I realised "Oh fuck, they put our lockers in the 'recreationroom' (Don't even ask why it's called that way, there's not much recreation going on there) which is on the other side of the school, why not. So I hurried to my locker, and on my way the first bell signal for the start of classes ran, and I crossed my religion teacher. My first class was religion, so I quickly took my books out of my locker, and ran towards my classroom with the speed of light. I got there and everyone was still standing outside, waiting for the teacher, and when she arrived, we all went inside. The bitch started her lesson with "All of you get a note in your school diaries, because you weren't standing in your line in the pavilion. (she's the only teacher who applies this rule, waiting for the teacher in a line) I thought, shit, I already got 3 notes, now I have to go see the principal. But I can live with it, everyone gets a note anyway. Then that woman announced "Oh and Shari, you have a second note, you were to late." I was like, "Uhm, no, actually, I wasn't." And she said, Oh yeah, you were, you were still in the hallway after the 1st bell signal. Bullshit. The rules is we have to be in our class before the seconds, but not immediately after the 1st, I was in the class together with the rest, they can all confirm that. But I didn't complain, the stupid hag hates me already, since I started a fight with the rest of my class during her lesson, saying that I'm not immature, I just think like a 15year old, and not like a fucking 40 year-old sycophant pusher like the rest of my class. She wasn't too happy with me insulting all my classmates, that woman. I did answer her, "Come on, then I will have 5 notes, whereof I got 4 from you! What does that mean?!" Like, is it me or that teacher?  So, my day started with 2 notes and a guaranteed visit to my favorite person on earth, the principal. Oh, how I love that woman.
Then, during English class, a lot of us didn't bring the new unit of our workbooks, so the English teacher went all apeshit and announced; "I'M NOT GIVING LESSONS TODAY!!!" I was like, okay, I can live with that, but then he said, and all of you who didn't bring their stuff, you have to copy all the vocabulary. I was like, "How am I supposed to do that? I don't have my stuff." So he wanted to give me his own vocabulary pages, but right in the middle of giving it to me, he changed his mind, threw them on the floor, and yelled: "Well, GO GET THEM IF YOU WANT THEM GODDAMMIT" I thought, wow, someone's grumpy today. Anyway, then he brought one of the old '90s-styled televisions we have in our school into our class, and said, all of you who have their stuff with them, go sit here, in front of the video. All the rest, you can't watch it. I laughed out loud, it was so goddamn ridiculous. Then, when I was done copying all the vocabulary, I dared to look up to the video, and the mad guy said "SHARI YOU CAN'T WATCH IT, YOU DID NOT BRING YOUR STUFF!!" Okay...how mental can you be? I thought it was rather pathetic and funny. What a hilarious monday that was.

And today, 1 of my friends had to go to the beloved principal to do her assignment (she had to learn an English poem by heart) and another one went with her, and 2 others still had to make their homework during recreation, so basically, I was alone during the lunch recreation. Which sucked. So I went to look for Raphael, another friend of mine, and he was sitting with some people, some of them friends of mine, others more like strangers to me. Because I didn't feel like hanging out with those people, I asked "Hey, have you seen Lotte and Elise (the 2 friends who went to the principal) and one of them, a girl who I don't know too well, said, "Oh yeah, I've seen them pass, they went right over there, next to the bushes" so I was like, okay, and started walking towards the bushes, when I suddenly heard a little giggle and saw them all laughing at me. I felt quite bad, I thought, oh no, really, this again? Because that kind of stuff happened to me a lot in the past, people making fun of me that way, and in this case, some of my 'friends' actually participated. I know it's not quite a big deal, but it happens/happened to me so much that it makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me, why does everybody want to make fun of me and laugh at me? It's been going on all my life, in both friendly and very hostile ways. So I went inside again, walking around all lonely and stuff, and there was this little boy sitting on the bridge, staring down, and I just felt so broken inside. Just seeing that young boy, sitting there, all alone, staring at the ground, made me feel so let down and betrayed by the world. Why is the world such a cruel place that people can just walk past that little boy, still a child, without caring? Without even looking at him? Or looking at him, and ignoring it? It made me feel so sad and angry. But, bad person that I am, I didn't really do anything either. I felt so ashamed and mad at myself for not having the guts to start talking to that boy. I'm not quite a sociable person, and talking to complete strangers always makes me feel very, very uncomfortable. So I just couldn't find the strenght to come up to that boy and start talking to him, and I felt so bad and guilty. My heart just bled when I saw him sitting there, such a cute, innocent being, he doesn't deserve being so lonely. So I talked about it to Michiel, a friend of mine, and he said, well, maybe the boy chooses to be alone. Maybe he doesn't mind." and I was like, god, Michiel, how can you be so heartless? I had seen the boy walking around before, without anyone to talk to, without anyone to laugh with, I mean, how could he possibly CHOOSE to be so goddamm lonely? Luckily, the 2 friends came back from their visit to the principal, and they felt like cheering the boy up a little. So we came over to him and sat next to him. He didn't even look at us. I was like "Uhm, hi, what's your name?" But he kept staring down and remained silent. So Lotte tried "Are you in 7th grade? In which class are you?" But he still didn't reply, nothing about him showed that he even heard us. I though "What are we doing wrong? Maybe we're bothering him? Maybe he doesn't want to talk to us? Maybe we scare him? Maybe he just wants to be left alone?" So Lotte asked "Are we bothering you? Tell us if we have to leave?" But the little guy stayed in the same position he had been sitting in all the time, with his eyes closed and with his little head bowed down. Some 8th graders passed by. "What the fuck are you doing? Do you really think the guy will respond, to YOU? He never says anything, he's MEDITATING (they said it in a really mean, sarcastic way), he doens't mind being alone, he's a bit crazy we think, he doesn't answer or anything, he won't even look at us, the little freak. Just leave him alone!" And I thought like, WTF. How can you be so mean? The boy can hear you! (Well that's what we thought at that moment) and the way they were saying it, like we were doing something ridiculous and hopeless. So I looked at Elise and Lotte, and thought, "No way. We're not leaving." And then all of a sudden the little boy 'woke up', looked next to him, saw Lotte, looked completely confused, like he didn't realise we were there. Lotte said we had been there for 10 minutes talking to him. The boy smiled, the cutest smile ever, trust me. Looking up, the sun made his whole face light up and he looked so beautifully perfect, with his bright eyes and cute smile. I asked (in the most friendly way I could) what he was meditating about, and he answered in this really shy, sweet voice, but I couldn't understand a word he said. Oh well. Then we asked him some more questions, how he likes it at school and stuff, just normal questions, and he answered them all with this adorable smile. Then Lotte asked what we all were wondering about: "So you really didn't hear anything we said to you while you were meditating?" and he answered, "Well, once I reach a certain point, I can't hear what's going on around me anymore" We were shocked. We could never do that, meditating in the middle of that bridge, with all the people passing by, and even reaching that trance-like point. I really admire the little boy for being able to do that. Seriously, I could never, ever do something like that. Then the bell rang and we said goodbye and went inside, but I couldn't keep my thoughts of that intriguing little boy. He's the most beautiful being on earth, believe me. Such a pure creature. Just the way he talked and smiled and all, he seemed so perfect, he lacked the certain ugliness all humans have, he didn't seem to have any signs of anger or hatred in him. Maybe it's the meditating. I was amazed. I felt just so happy and blissful about the existence of such a magical little boy. When I told my friend Michiel all about it, he just rudely said, "See, the guy's crazy. He wants to be alone. He's probably authistic or something." I was shocked. I know he's highly intelligent (my brother, who's also in 7th grade, told me that) but I don't believe he's really authistic at all, when he was talking to us, he was just a normal 12-year old boy, he didn't seem authistic at all. There's a few authists at my school, and I can ensure you, that little boy isn't like that. And what if he is? The most brilliant minds that have ever lived were probably authistic, with the Asperger syndrome. I mean, look at Einstein. To me, the little boy is my hero. He really made my day. I just hope he won't grow as bitter and disenchanted as all the other people do, I want him to stay this pure, innocent and perfect.