Lessons Learned

Well, today is the final day and I had actually learned a good life lesson today. During this afternoon at school, Andy Evans was beating me up in a locked bathroom because he was mad at me about his breakup with Rachel. Initially, it felt like he was going to get away with it again; however, Nicole and the lacrosse team actually heard me screaming out for help. The girls actually noticed that Andy was physically hurting me, so “someone peeled off and ran for help” (Anderson 195). I was glad someone was actually concerned for my well-being. Also, after I completed my tree for art class, Mr. Freeman was concerned about how I was doing, so I actually started to tell him what happened. It was nice to know that Mr. Freeman was caring enough to hear my side of the story.

Can I Really Trust Anyone Now?

Ever since I was raped at Kyle Rodgers’ party over the summer, it felt like I became an outcast around Merryweather High School. I couldn’t talk to anyone about it because either they would hold a grudge against me for calling the police or they wouldn’t believe that I was actually raped. In fact, during our first pep rally of the school year, one girl asked if I was the one “who called the cops at Kyle Rodgers’ party at the end of the summer” (Anderson 27). I didn’t really answer her, but another girl was mad at me because “her brother got arrested at that party and he got fired because of the arrest” (Anderson 28). Everyone else started to become hostile towards me because of me calling the cops at that party. Since people are still holding a grudge against me, I feel like I can’t even trust anyone around here nowadays. Basically, all I am saying is … I really need someone to talk to.

What Else Can I Do?

When report cards were sent out today, my guidance counselor called my Mom to talk to her about my grades and overall attitude at school. During this evening’s dinner, Mom was berating me about that, telling me I need to improve my attitude because I am not a kid anymore. She and Dad were asking me so many questions, but I had a feeling they would not listen to me because “they don’t want to hear anything I have to say” (Anderson 87). Later that night, I decided to open a paper clip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. When Mom notices my wrist the next morning, she says “I don’t have time for this, Melinda; suicide is for cowards” (Anderson 9). I really need some help and fast because what else can I do?

Heather and the Marthas

Ever since we started Merryweather High School, Heather joined a new clan who call themselves “the Marthas”. These girls were known for being rather fashionable, but that didn’t really appeal to me. These girls were “an expensive clan to run with; outfits must be coordinated, crisp, and seasonally appropriate” (Anderson 9). Personally, I don’t know if she would be a good fit for that clan, but I did mention she should “push their fashion envelope to become an ironic reflection of the 1950s” (Anderson 9). However, she believed the Marthas didn’t understand irony. I am starting to have suspicions that this group will radically change her, but I have a feeling she won’t believe me. Well, I think she could learn about the true nature of the Marthas … eventually.

My Thoughts Following the First Day of School

After returning home from school today, I can certainly say that this school year is going to be horrible for me. Within my first day alone, I have already encountered a different mishap everywhere I turn. First, all of the 9^th graders gathered in the auditorium for an assembly and I ended up running into this jerk of a teacher I call “Mr. Neck”.  Next, during my first lunch period of my freshman year, I ended up in an incident where someone threw mashed potatoes at me after I bumped into someone I call “Basketball Pole”. I don’t like most of my classes, especially Social Studies, which is taught by “Mr. Neck”, and English, which is being taught by a female teacher I personally nicknamed “Hairwoman”. However, I do find art class to be a bright spot of my day because I can actually express myself without any judgement and Mr. Freeman is actually a nice person. Well, I guess I could make an attempt to get through my freshman year. Besides, how hard could high school really be?

The First Day at High School

Well, starting today, I am officially a freshman in Merryweather High School. Honestly, after a summer of basically doing nothing, I am not expecting this first year of high school to be the best in my life. Besides, most of my friends and I grew distant during the summer, so I am highly doubting the idea that we would make it through freshman year as a group of true friends. After all, I highly doubt I would make any new friends because this whole clique situation around this school. Well, hopefully, this first day actually goes well for me, but I don’t have any high hopes of that. Well, it’s time to get ready for a day of misery.