today was an eventful one. this morning i woke up to my legs being super sore, as was expected. i got ready for school, then before i left, rhonda told me that the girl i'm going to be tutoring here pretty soon is a wild kid and has gangsta friends, and not those wanna-be's either (thats what ma said). so i figured if i go ahead and do this, i'm liable to be shot, so i'll probably ask for $25 an hour or so.
went to school and this kid daniel (jd, one of joe's friend's brother) asked me where i was going for lunch and i was like "i'll probably go home" and like .2 seconds after that he was like "can i come?" and it caught me off guard because i hardly talk to the kid, so i didn't think about it, and was like "um i have some things to do, but any other time i would've" and he was like "oh its cool" and then we said good bye and i went home for lunch and felt really bad the whole time and wished and wished that he has friends and wasn't eating alone. but i came back to school and he was playing hackey w/ some kids, so that made me feel better. in any case, i'll probably ask him if he wants to go to lunch next week w/ me.
THEN 8th hour (english) mr. lasley handed back our research papers. i got a frikin 145 out of 200! now i'm not saying it was the best paper ever but seriously, i should have gotten a WAAAAY better grade. anyways, it gets better. after that he named off about half of the class (me included) and told the rest of them to go to the cafeteria and work on something for class. this wasn't too unusual because everyonce in a while the class gets split up. but then he starts lecturing us about how we're not trying and we "didn't want" to get good grades, whether it was on the research paper or something else in the class. he said we didn't respect him, and don't care about class, and only do good work part of the time, and other cute little things he thought. i used to think mr. lasley was a great teacher, i mean a VERY good teacher, ya know? i don't know if you've heard me talk about him but i seriously respected him, i thought he was a good man. but when he specifically selected me to be in that classroom among some other people who didn't deserve to be there while he told me that i didn't Care, i was very shocked. any respect i had for that man is completley gone, and if he doesn't do something drastic, he's not getting it back. he was telling us that he was about to give up on us, and pretty much i was already set to give up on him. mr. lasley is apparently an idiot, because i think everyone knows, my family, friends, and people in that class KNOW that i Do care about my grades and that class, and up until 2:45 today, highly respected him. i still can't believe i was one that had to be in there. this chick krissy even told me i shouldn't have been in there. whatever, he's in the dog house as far as i'm concerned
anyways, tonight kase, brian, joe and i are going to hang out and maybe see "the jacket", or go bowling, or something. we don't know yet, i have to wait for joe to get off work from the hospital, then we'll figure something out. oh yes, and i am VERY sore from dance...VERY...
hope everyone's friday is a good'un!