This comfort is not what it seems

Listening to: It’s Been Awhile by Staind

I felt like shit today so the school nurse sent me home at ten this morning. The only reason why I went to school was because of my stupid P.E. test, which I ended up not taking anyway because I felt really bad. During the flag ceremony I felt nauseous and ready to throw up, but I tried to hold it in because the students’ bathroom is all the way beside the canteen and throwing up in the classroom would be really gross. I ended up going to the clinic to rest. Usually it is virtually impossible to go to sleep in there. The nurse’s desk and the beds are all in one room; the beds are only separated from the rest of the place by a screen. When I went there to rest, the janitors were fixing one of the doors. They obviously didn’t care that there were sick students who needed to sleep because they kept banging away with their hammers and ripping apart thin pieces of wood. Normally, I have to be in a really quiet room before I can go to sleep but I was so tired that I fell asleep in spite of the noise they were making. Of course I was half-awakened every so often by the little kids who came in the clinic to chat with the nurse. It’s so irritating, I swear, but at least I didn’t wake up completely.

I was finally sent home so I can have some uninterrupted rest. But not until I walked around the entire school looking for my bitchy homeroom adviser so she could sign my excuse slip. I finally found her eating in the cafeteria, but she said she didn’t have a pen with her. So I had to go all the way to my classroom in the third floor to get my stuff because she was too lazy to look for a pen herself. Everyone in my class hates her because she makes it clear that she doesn’t like being our adviser and our teacher. In fact, during the third and fourth quarter, the Dean of Discipline will become our adviser because Ms. I-Speak-Good-English grew so fed up with us already. Somehow, I feel that I will like that better. Ms. I-Speak-Good-English will remain our English teacher though, and for the millionth time I can’t help wondering why we never have an English teacher with good grammar. My English teacher/adviser constantly mispronounces words (she pronounced stinging as stin-jing for heaven’s sake), uses the wrong prepositions (”I’ve been scanning on your grades.”) and has wrong grammar, period (”I told her to went upstairs.”). How the hell did she become an English teacher?It’s amazing my grammar isn’t screwed up yet, at least not by much. But enough digression.

My dad bought me pizza when I got home, but I only consumed two slices because my cold impaired my sense of taste. After eating a bowl of chicken soup and some tuna melt, I slept until three p.m. At one point when I was sleeping, I dreamt that someone was strangling me. I woke up to find myself gasping for air. I couldn’t breathe through my nose because it was clogged up and for some reason my mouth was closed. I managed to get myself breathing normally somehow, but that scared me half to death cos I really thought I was about to suffocate.

Glyka and Angelica came over at around four p.m. with a slice of chocolate cake they made during Home Ecs., which I couldn’t taste much thanks to my wonderful cold. Angelica’s mom was picking her up at my place and she brought my gown with her so I could fit it. It’s not yet done actually; the top’s already sewn but the skirt itself isn’t there yet, only the lining. But I tried it on with my sandals and I have to admit that it looked great on me. Since the top is strapless, it felt like I was wearing a corset because it had wires and stuff which is good because at least I can’t slouch in it. I don’t realize it, but sometimes I tend to slouch which makes me even shorter than I look. In spite of the fact that I don’t like blue gowns because they’re so common, I think mine will come out pretty. I need to practice walking around in it though, because I take long strides and I have to take small steps in that gown. And I’m not used to my silver sandals because they don’t have a platform heel. The gown will bebe finished by Friday, beadwork and all. I can’t wait to see what it’s going to look like.

P.S. Please sign my new guestMap. It’s like a guestbook but in a map form.