A very off day

What happened yesterday:

I am apparently really, really bad about noticing things in my surroundings.

When I got to school this morning, I ran into my ginger friend Hannah (I have at least five friends named Hannah so I have to refer to them by hair color or personality characteristic.) She was going to meet her parents to practice the skits we have to present in Spanish tomorrow. I started complaining (admittedly, loudly) about my crap partners and how they haven't done any work.

Later that day Kate (who I talk more about later) told me -- tweeted @me actually -- that Eli (one of the partners I have been complaining about) had heard me complaining about him.

A positive start to the day.

Later on, my guidance (aka my stalker) counselor came into our homeroom. She talked with whomever she needed to talk to or whatever and then left. My friend/bandmate Kate is in my homeroom so after checking that Henson had left to go to another homeroom I began explaining to Kate about how Henson's tiptoeing around me because I'm mentally unstable or whatever.

Somehow the conversation segued to me complaining (and generally being bitter) about how I wasn't allowed to to take AP Lit because I was still technically a junior in the eyes of the Lit Department. That pisses me off because I know that they let at least one junior (I know for sure) that they let take APLit last year. I continued on with my much thought on, prepared rant over the one person per graduating class that the school will let take any class they want.


So there I was, just ranting away. Kate and Megan, my physics partner from last year who was also there, were listening to me rant. It was a beautiful disaster.

Then from over on the far side of our homeroom: "Wow, Sam's really worked up about this." Mrs. Henson. She had never actually left our homeroom. Fantastic.

Luckily homeroom ended shortly after that so there wasn't anymore time for me to bad talk people in front on their faces.

Right after homeroom ended, though, Kate spent a good three minutes laughing at me.

I'm not looking forward to that meeting I have with Mrs. Henson tomorrow. I can't see it going well.