First two weeks of year 10 (basically age grades in your side of the world), and things already suck.
I really need to not retaliate at people. I lightly pushed some swagtard (as I like to call them) after he just wouldn't shut up, and got an 1 hour long detention for fighting and "ruining the school's reputation". The head is now thinking about hiring a mentor to fix my "anger problems".
Not only that, but people at my school are getting more stereotypical by the minute. I can't count the number of time some guy who looks like he's/she's out of Glee walk up and asked me if I've had a girlfriend (I have never experienced relationships, nor have people related to me, and I intend not to do so in the future either), there are the acclaimed Swagtards who walk around like they're walking ads for COD (hating because the newer COD games are worthless) and football, and think you're some kind of hipster if you don't like either. And then there are the hipsters themselves, who are ASKING to be beaten to death. Seriously, they spout the word mainstream every 5 fucking seconds.
I honestly don't understand how the brain works. It's like all these people have facts controlling them instead!
I hate tuesdays so much aswell. I have to bring my sports kit, clarinet case for the orchestra and my music folder to school, and it seriously hurts my back. To make matters worse, I have to carry all this shit to the sports field, which is a twenty minute walk from the school. If by some miracle a bus passes buy, and I go on it, the other people in my school, usually the swagtards, or other people who's idea of fun is kicking a football into someone's face (be it their friends face or not), get into some bigass fight on the top deck of the bus. And if the public reports it, we're gonna be banned from taking buses to the field. My entire body ached from have to take these bags of shit all the way home with me. I STILL ACHE NOW >.<.
Yesterday didn't make things better. I was playing a game of LoL with a real-life friend I knew since I was 3, and all of a sudden the smoke alarm went off at his house and he INSTANTLY disconnected. I thought his house might have been on fire, although thankfully it turned out to be his bath overflowing and messing up his house's power supply. Still, between those minutes, I had one of the biggest breakdowns of my life.
And I'm only 14 years old and this is nowhere near as bad as the shit you guys have gone through. I can't wait to get into GCSE years and all that (sarcasmcoughgasm).
I am paranoid of many things, and it does not help.
The teachers talk about so many "amazing achievements" at our school every fucking assembly. Little do they understand that they're spouting bullshit.