Since no one else is blogging...

I screwed up today. Luckily I have the cruelest/kindest teacher in the world. So I woke up at 5:00 this morning because I had a TON of homework to do that I decided against doing the night before. Of course I didn't actually get up at 5:00. My alarm went off and I sort of stumbled out of bed and staggered, then fell back down and slept for another hour and a half.

Needless to say, all of my homework was done at lunch/during homeroom. I had a huge essay due today. Huge = 60% of my grade. And so after breakfast I ran downstairs and quickly replaced every "You" in my essay with "They" and "Someone" because apparently my English teacher doesn't approve of my writing style. Then I printed it out and shoved it in my binder.

When I got to school I took out everything that needed to be turned in today:

• My English essay
• My Science study guide
• My Math equations sheet
• My Spanish conjugating verbs lesson
• My Spanish high school credit form

Then I looked over each one. It turns out my English essay was totally screwed up. Sentences were placed within sentences and I didn't use any figurative language. At all.

And on top of that I forgot to E-mail the file to myself, so now I can't even make the corrections without re-typing all seven paragraphs.

Which brings me to the real failure of the day...

Of course I finished all my other assignments thanks to some very nice people. But there was still my screwed up essay...

So I got to English class, my stomach in a knot. You'd have to know my teacher to understand just how scared I was. She looks just like Lauren from 5AG and there are times where she says something so...adorable that it belongs in a Newberry Award winning book. And she is absolutly frightening.

She spends 50 minutes out of our 62 minute period with her voice raised and a look of absolute disgust on her face. She is completely no nonsense and has already written up numerous kids in our class for doing things like chewing on pen caps and putting our heads in our hands. That's right, our heads cannot touch our arms/hands/desks. If they do it's a phone call home. If it happens again you just earned yourself a first class trip to the principals office. The lady has the darkest sense of humor I've ever seen in my life. Every. Single. Word. She says is either 1) Sarcastic 2) Insulting 3) Emphasized (She repeats things...a lot. Like we are stupid or something) or 4) A combination.

I couldn't respect her more.

She's the kind of teacher that I spend my whole year on, trying to get her to like me. I would kill for her approval, just because she never praises anything or anyone.

So when I got to class and she asked for my paper I nearly wet my pants. I just muttered a barely audible "I dont' have it" and walked (more like ran) to my desk. Then she made a point during class to say, "I am completely disgusted with those of you who don't have your "Where I Stand" Essay's. You have been given plenty of time, and yet you still show a lack of initiative. This is going to sound awful of me, but I am sending out E-mails to all of your parents. And I hope it ruins your weekends.". She managed to say all of this while staring right at me.

I have never wanted out of a classroom so badly. I was seriously biting down on my lip, trying to make myself bleed so I could go to the nurse, or something. Anything to get away from the look of death.

Then she called me up to her desk. Apparently the two other people in our class who were absent last Friday didn't have theirs either. So she gave us all until Monday and said she wouldn't knock points off our grade.

I almost started to sing "Hallelujah".

She still send the E-mail.

Sometimes I really hate people. I mean she told me I had until Monday. I figured I was off the hook. Apparently not.

On to another topic...

I went to my first FCS (Fellowship Of Christian Students) meeting Thursday morning. I was surprisingly excited. I came on a good day too because they were voting on group leaders. Each nominee came up and shared a little something about themselves and their relationship with God. Since I knew pretty much everyone there, it left me fairly speechless. A lot of it was really sweet and heartwarming, but some of it was just...wow. I didn't realize how deep and inspirational my friends were. It really opened my eyes. In the end my-best-friends-neighbor-who-is-sort-of-my-friend-because-we-have-every-academic-class-together-plus-he's-the-only-person-I-don't-hate-with-a-passion-and-he's-super-sweet "won" or whatever. I guess I've been getting more serious about religion lately. Maybe it's because I'm all of the sudden going to church and crying in the middle of sermons?

Yeah, more on that.

I'm going to church every Wednesday with this girl Sydney from now on. Her parents are...jeez. They are freaking amazing. Seriously. I've never meet two more accepting people in my life. I go to her mom asking for pink highlights and she's like, "Okay. Whatever makes you happy. I did my daughters hair last year with pink strips. It would look fabulous on you. Plus, It's fun.". Then her dad asks me what I want to do with my life and I tell him journalism and he launches into all the different types, telling me what schools are the best and all the internships I should consider and giving me all this great advice. Then Sydney (who is two years younger then me) turns out to be some mature-and-well-mannered-but-rebellious little girl. Who just happens to be just like me when I was her age.

It's bizarre. But I couldn't of been happier to go to church with them.

First they have this buffet type thing with deserts and lots of vegetarian options (and they don't mind that I'm meat-free. In fact Sydney is considering going vegetarian herself)

Then there was a Radiate meeting for middle school kids. Radiate was mostly just a Christian band playing modern music, then a sermon that had me praying, holding back tears the entire time. Then afterward they had an Elvis impersonator come in. Cool right? And it turns out a lot of kids from my school go there. I almost wish that I was with my dad on Sunday's so that someone could take me then. Maybe when we move...?

Speaking of...

We are moving as of October 15th. I am probably going to go crazy before then, but oh well. I'm contemplating asking my dad if we can stay in a hotel until then. Or maybe I can stay at my aunt and uncle's house. Somehow I doubt he'll go along with it, but if he values Tanner's life...

There I go again. One second I getting holy with Jesus, the next I'm thinking about murdering a family member.

Sometimes I think I have multiple personality disorder.

Last night I nearly lost it. I was about five seconds away from walking down stairs, a textbook in hand, and shoving it into Tanner's kidneys. Luckily I have extraordinary self control. *Splutter/Snort/Eye-roll*

It probably doesn't sound like much to you, but lately I have been extremely irritable (thanks to my lack of sleep) and everything seems to send me into either a fit of rage or a sob fest including runny nose and endless tears. So this little mishap should have landed me in crazy town...

First you need some back story

On Tuesday I went to go see Chicago! on Broadway. It was amazing. Too bad I didn't get home until 12. Didn't fall asleep 'till 1. And I had to wake up at 5. Then Wednesday I tried to catch up on my sleep, but I decided to re-read the Maximum Ride series this week, so naturally I was up reading until 12 again and had to wake up at 5, again. Then Thursday night I was FINALLY going to get some sleep. I went to bed at 8:00 and planned to be asleep by 8:30. It was 9:00 and I was passed out. Exhausted from my week.

When Tanner decides that he should practice his clarinet. My room is right above the living room where he was practicing. So after I woke up, extremely irritable and tired, ready to choke someone, I went out into the hallway and calmly asked him to stop because some of us were sleeping! And he replied with, "Well if I don't practice I'm going to fail band."

He had all freaking day to practice. He did nothing ALL DAY! Not only that, but there are DOZENS of other places he could have played his clarinet that were not right next to my bedroom WHERE HE KNEW I WAS ASLEEP.

So I went back to bed, resisting the urge to slap him silly. He continued to play for 30 more minutes and I didn't get to bed until 12 because I couldn't fall back asleep. Then my alarm went off at 5 again today and you know what happens next...

So I guess I'm just one big ball of emotion this week, eh?

Keepin' ya posted

~Emma