Yelling

You know, being a person who likes things done correctly and really doesn't like slackers or people who horse around, I typically do get angry and yell at people. I try to apologize depending on who the person is.

Here are the day's events:
Today, school was decent. I got my math test back and turns out I epically fail at that now too. It's only a B, but I don't like B's. I need A's. I'll get over it I guess.
I did alright in Latin, in Yearbook we did nothing and in History, I took a test which I felt really comfortable about and then slept. Yippee.

Then I came to drama, where the band directors like to be dictators and yelled at me for following directions when I put up a microphone. I wanted to yell back and be like, "Who the hell do you think you are? You barely get yourselves together and you expect everyone to bow down at your feet. We work together, so start doing it." But of course it wouldn't have been taken lightly, so I just shut up and walked away.

Then NO ONE said bye to me except for Judy, and that was because I went down to her room.

Blah, it's just one of those days where you want to curl up in a ball and die.

Thanks for listening.