You live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls

Today was a typical school day. Well, around my second period subject, the Dean of Discipline and her Soldiers of Righteousness (my nickname for the Discipline Committee) barged inside the classroom and proceeded to do inspections on us. I thought it would be a cellphone inspection, but then I saw the Discipline Committee people lifting up my classmates’ blouses to see if they’ve got belly rings on. Uhh, okay. Like a couple of surprise inspections will make my schoolmates stop getting their navels pierced. There’s been a rumor going on that they’re making it a rule that we can’t wear nail polish on our toes. During the next surprise inspection, they’d make us remove our socks to see if our toes are painted and if they are, violation slip! I think that’s going a tad bit far. One of these days, when I’m already in college, I’ll visit my school with huge (henna) tattoos done on my arms, dyed red hair and a (fake) nosering. Wonder if the Dean of Discipline will burst her arteries over that.

Oh well, other than that nothing else exciting happened. Kapst and Annie are skipping school tomorrow cos we won’t be doing anything important again. Lucky them to be sleeping the morning away! We really should have less school hours.

You know, one thing about myself that I don’t like is sometimes I’m too scared to stand up for what I think. Everyone in my class is hot for the cheerleading competition next year and when someone asked the class if there was anyone who didn’t want to have the competition, I wanted to raise my hand so badly. But of course, that would mean a lot of bullshit from my classmates and I certainly don’t need any more of that. Speeches on how about the cheerleading competition is the only think people really look forward to in our crappy school fair. I really think that silly cheerleading competition is such a waste of time, money and effort. All you get for winning is a trophy and an entire day of gloating. But oh well, since the majority wanted to go for it, who am I to acid rain on their parade? Maybe I’ll even be a dancer again, haha!