Alright so right now i'm in the computer lab for a rousing first hour of oral communications. Our group is done with our shit so I got a story about the beginning of my day.
It all begins when I slam my locker door shut and yell pretty loudish, "today is a good day for swearing."
Soon my posse of 10th graders surrounded me around my locker. And since my mom gets me to school way to fucking early, I had some time to kill. So I decided to go on some long rant about how my mom is so fucking stupid and that one day her stupidity is going to make me snap and stab her in the face with some sort of knife.
My posse (like... 2 people) listened with great interest, they knodded at every curse and violent expression. Pretty soon we ended up talking about if we got to redo our lives:
"Well if I got to redo my life, I would make sure I brought some sort of knife to school and then cut that son of a bitch... you know malarkchuk his throat." ~ Me
"yeah blah blah i dontrememberwhatthehellshesaid," ~ arial
"But for real... if I were to redo my life... I would definatly tear him like... um... 6 new assholes," ~ me
"UMMM EXCUSME?? Can you watch your mouth?? I've been listening to you all morning and you've got a FOUL MOUTH," ~ some teacher lady.
"BITCH PLEASE," ~ me.
"Excusme miss, but what's your name?" ~ teacher lady.
"Christine Rozwa...." ~me
"oh you're that kid... nevermind." ~ teacher lady walks back into classroom and shuts her door.
MORAL OF THE STORY: if some girl is on a swearing rampage, instead of confronting her, try shutting your fucking door about a 1/2 hour earlier. Dumb fucking bitch. Almost as dumb as my mom. But at least she left me alone after she realized who I was... and that was the greatest thing ever.