My classmates are jerks. Whatever. I had a fight picked with me in psychology. It was so stupid, too. And it almost made me cry. I'm 16. I shouldn't be almost crying in class. So we were doing some Algebra problem to demonstrate mathematical-intelligence and one of the 10th graders was saying that she didn't need to remember Algebra because she's doing Geometry right now...and I then stated that she still shouldn't forget it because she has to take Algebra next year. TAKE NOTE, I did not say this condescendingly. All of a sudden her boyfriend jumps (figuratively) at me and says, "Well, did you get it right?" I had Algebra with this guy and he KNOWS that I don't to well with math. HE KNEW THAT. He knew it and he had to ask that. It was ridiculous. I wouldn't have been so pissed had he actually asked it nicely but he gave me that "look" the one that says, "You know that you didn't do so well so where the heck do you get off saying what you're saying?" I swear, it was so stupid, but tears pricked my eyes. I told him, "No, as a matter of fact I simplified that fraction wrong--" HE DIDN'T EVEN LET ME FINISH MY SENTENCE. He went at me all like, "Well, then why are you telling her she should do better?" Me: "I didn't say that--" Him: "Well then don't be like that." Me: "What the heck?" Then my twin sister gets into it--and bless her because I would've started crying without the intervention--she says, "Oh stop it, you're just sticking up for your girlfriend." And he has the audacity to go against my sister [idiot, don't ever go against my big sister when she's defending me. She'd probably have punched him if we hadn't been in class.] and he was all, "Well you're defending your sister!" So, really, it was stupid. Really really stupid. I don't understand what the heck his problem was. But he seriousy didn't have to pick a fight. I was so pissed and hurt by it.

So my day deteriorated from there. I'm used to sitting alone [actually it's me and my sister] at lunch...but on days like today it hurts a little more... It didn't help that I started feeling like I was going to pass out, either.

So my day sucked. My dad was like, "Tomorrow will be better." I'm not entirely sure I believe that. But oh well. Maybe it will be better. Maybe tomorrow it will feel like I'm not such a screwed up loser that nobody cares about...