Eyes Wide Open
Alvy:
Today was one of the worst days of my life because of the fact that for the first time, I actually realized who my classmates really are.
To start off, nothing to do with my classmates, I can’t reveal what Silvia told me, but I discovered one of my friends have suffered a great loss… So that already made my day worst, I felt so sorry for that friend, you know who you are, it must be so painful to you… I’m sorry.
Later on, in science class, this girl, Thais was copying the english homework from Victor, it’s already awefully wrong that she is copying homework from somebody, but from Victor? I mean, he gets F’s in every subject possible, even for the ones that don’t exist! I felt so angry at her that I could just jump at her, pull all of her hair off and rip her neck apart from her body with my teeth. Poor Ms. Coggio, she just wanted us to do our homework well, and then this girl just comes along, watches TV all day long thinking to herself: “You know what? tomorrow I’ll copy from somebody right before class.” Some time later, during english class, after we corrected our homework, she even lied about it, I corrected Victor’s homework and he got a 15, when Ms. Coggio asked her what she got she said that she got a 17. That totally made me angry. I told Ms. Coggio the truth and she talked to them. The first accused person was Daniel, until Talita told them both. I felt relieved, poor Daniel, imagine how he would get rejected by everyone if people thought that he did it? people only don’t hate me now because everyone loves me. I would love to tell Thais first, but Talita took care of it, I would just love to see her face. Ah, I just love being evil.
There are these stupid boys in our class that just think that everything is linked to sex. A teacher does anything and they start to gossip and laugh, they are just so irritating. Well, Ms. Coggio is an exception since she knows only a little bit of portuguese, but all the other teachers should get hearing aids, they just say all of these awful sentences, words and shout out disrespectful songs in the middle of class. I loved the day that we were discussing the rights of women in the middle ages and when Ms. Coggio asked them what they thought about it, Augusto shouted out that they belong in bed, I wish I had knife there just to cut off his neck verrrrrrry slowly for him to suffer while the rest of his body is paralyzed, but Ms. Coggio just made an espression that totally intimidated everyone, Augusto finally got what he diserved. I know I seem a little exagerated, extreme and troubled, but it’s just extremelly disrespectful to women.
Today, this classmate that said he was gay several times just said that he liked a girl. Suddenly, all of the other boys just surrounded hime and started to say that finally he was a man, or “macho” and one of the boys, Italo started to ask if he was gay and all, that angried me as well, he was just so homophobic, he said how he was worried and all, come on, as if he ever felt sympathy towards him, he only wants to make fun of him, I interupted them and asked: “And what does his sexual issues have to do with you?” He whispered to himself and left to his “group”
Today was just so one of the worst days, these event were only some that happened today, but today was the day that I finally opened my eyes to who the people in my class really are, I am now absolutly sure that I have the best friends a person could ever have, Sofy and Cary are the best people anyone could have as friends, I was lucky on not being influenced by the others who still have the courage of calling themselves “people.”
Oscar Mayer Wieners
Sofy:
I just watched this great episode of Oprah. It was that one where a bunch of memorable guests come back on the show to give people updates on their lives and stuff. It was awesome. The one that I liked the most was the last one. They first showed a clip of this little boy singing this totally weird song, and at first I didn’t know what the hell was going on, and then the boy came back on the show, and he’s like 14 or 15 now, and he sang the song again, more CLEARLY. And it was HILARIOUS. Seriously. Any song that ends with the phrase “cuz if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener, everyone would be in love with me” HAS to have a person falling off the couch and rolling around the floor laughing hysterically.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that funny. But come on…the dude was talking about being a frikin sausage, for godssakes.
And also, today I got a 85 on my Geography quiz. And then during the rest of the class he was asking out random questions for extra points on the quiz, and I got 1 question and a half right, so technically I got 100!!!
And we’re in our badminton unit in P.E. right now, and it is sooo cool. We were basically laughing the whole class. And the three of us are actually pretty good at it, so besides having fun, we get good grades!
Oh, and Cary and I got back to being friends. It was sort of a natural thing, you know? We just started talking again. But keep your promise this time, Carol.
Sometimes I hate group project!
Cary:
For English class we needed to read this Historical Fiction book. My group book is The Slave Dancer. It’s a really good book. So, when we received the dates and everything my group decided to read at least until page 50 for Friday (yesterday). Well, Daniel finished the book, I’m on page 59 and the rest of the group is far behind. Well I asked them to read a lot Friday afternoon and send me an e-mail with the information we need to put on the power point presentation at least the characters. Well, Daniel sent me the summary, I changed a little so I would be clearer. I responded his e-mail thanking him for doing his part in the presentation. Well guess what! It seems like the rest of the group doesn’t give a s-h-i-t for this project, and for grades! I mean, I told them to send me yesterday, its 9:00P.M and they didn’t. I finished the ppt. And on Monday I just tell them to do the characters part. Of course I didn’t right it down, so if they didn’t read… problem. If they did… Good! I just hope they don’t ruin the whole thing.
Now, Sunday 20:33P.M I recieved a call from one of the group members. I was happy whe she told me she sent me the e-mail. At least she wasn’t iresponsible. But one of them still call me… 
Buffy… Christina Aguilera… Witches?
Alvy:
I am a very unstable person. Everytime I have these new interests, sometimes I’m interested in books, games, music and other things, and when I’m in my interest mood, I only think about THAT thing, only. Now I’m in my “Salem Witch” interest phase. The only bad part in being me is my shyness, believe me, if I didn’t have a sister to do everything for me and be my personal slave, I don’t know what I would do, or maybe it would help me more outgoing, I don’t know, so I’m sometimes shy to ask my parents for things to update my interest mood. When I have no interests to focus on, I am pretty vulnerable, anything can interest me, this time it was during english class. When I saw the book cover of my favorite book club book (In which I wasn’t picked to join) I totally got interested. The book is titled “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” and it takes place during the late 1600’s when the witches were pursecuted and all, and that’s exactly what I wanted to read about since I was enough to figure out what I actually liked, but I only read books on modern versions of witchcraft, so it was then that I felt like using that book to search for some others and order these books from amazon. The only problem is that my parents have a hard time keeping up with my natural changes of interests, before it was easier, since the only interest I had was Christina Aguilera… but now it’s more complicated, which means more amazon orders. I only asked them yesterday if they allowed me to order the books on the period of the 1600’s and they said yes, so here I am, waiting for them to confirm the order, I mean, they just have to fill in the requiremets, is it so hard to do that? but I’m so excited, the titles of the books I ordered are: “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” “A Break With Charity” “I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem” “The Witchcraft of Salem Village” and “Witch-Hunt: Mysteries of The Salem Witch Trials.” After I read these books, or at least some of them, I’ll re-read “Gallows Hill” because it has so many things that have to do with the salem witch trials and I had no idea before, since I was in 4th or 5th grade when I read it… I just love all the suspence in the books, I did some research in the internet and found out some things about the witches in Salem, I just can’t wait to read the books (Or at least for my parents to checkout the books at amazon)
Math
Sofy:
Since I missed a day of ERB’s last week, I had to do the makeup (make up?) test thingy, and it was during Math class. And in the beginning, Ms.Hogan asked me if I had done my homework, and didn’t know wtf she was talking about, cuz I had no idea we had homework. So I said no, and she had those weird, icy, you-deserve-to-be-killed teacher look, and then after what felt like a century of staring at me, she let me go do the makeup test. By the way, I don’t get why the hell she wasted precious time of my life, that I will never get back, just staring at me. It’s not as if it would magically cause my homework to appear. But anyway. After I finished the ERB’s, I considered going to class but then I decided that I would walk around a little bit, because come on. I had an excuse to miss MATH. And when I was coming back from my long trip up the ramp to see if the art teacher was there, I saw Pam in the hallway and she was like “Sofy, you have to start doing your homework, meu. You grade is going like [hand gesture that meant 'down']“. And when I walked into the classroom and sat down, Silvia and Gio A. and a bunch of people were saying that I had a D-, and I got angry because, I mean, it was MY grade. Ms.Hogan had no right of telling everybody. It’s my private business, and I tell whoever I like, not whoever SHE likes. But then my mind did a weird confusing flashback thingymajig, and I remembered what the homework was, and I flipped the pages of my notebook and found out that I haaaaad done it after all. I had finished it in class, since I’m such a mega genius. And I showed it to her and she had to bring my grade back up to the safe little B that I worked very hard for. haHA. IN YOUR FACE, MS.HOGAN!
And today I went to the dentist, which was boring. And there was this pregnant lady sitting across from me and she kept smiling at me all the time. And then this scary guy with a bushy moustache came in, and then this fifty year old woman who was wearing these super high, high, high platform shoes with these shiny strappies, which she was way too old for.
And the funniest thing happened today too. I was in the kitchen with my little brother, talking about How I Met Your Mother (which he also loves) and making sandwiches, and I was telling him about this episode where Ted calls Lily a grinch. Grinch is actually a word he uses when he means ”bitch”, because since he’s telling the story to his kids, he can’t use bad words. But then I remembered that I had read in the CBS site that Grinch was actually a four letter word, so it couldn’t be bitch. And a lot of people thought it was the C-word, and when I told Danny he didn’t know what the C-word was, so I said “You know. The C-word! The one that rhymes with hunt…”, and he guessed what the word was, and asked me what it meant because he didn’t know, and I didn’t tell him, of course, since I’m such a great sister. I just said it was a word he shouldn’t ever say, and when my older brother walked in Danny was like, “Rafa, what’s [c-word]” (I’m not gonna write it because I don’t like that word) and Rafa stopped a bit and looked at him, and then said he wasn’t gonna tell him either. He kept repeating it and asking me what it meant, but I finally got him to leave me alone by telling him that if I ever knew of him saying that word ever again, I would slice neck off his body and eat it like a hamburger, and steal his PSP. He’s so manipulative…
And also, I checked out TWO books today. Gallows Hill, by Lois Duncan, and The Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury. AND I’m already reading Bridget Jones’s Diary and The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I think this is a VERY great improvement.
Bug Babies and Titles
Sofy:
Today for Science class we had to get in groups and make babies. We used play-doh and toothpicks and stuff. It was fun. Hehe, I just read that again and it sounds like I’m describing some weird kinky sex activity. But no, it was a lab experiment. We’re studying genetics, so we each made up characteristics for two make-believe bug parents, then we put together their baby, made out of play-doh.
Then for English we had to work on this essay, and mine is about child abuse, and all I needed was a conclusion and a title. The conclusion was pretty easy, but I CANNOT find a title. It’s just not possible. I’m not capable of putting all my thoughts into five little words. And Ms.C tried to help, but most of her help consisted in saying “Yes it is possible. Don’t say you can’t do it. This coming from a girl who wrote a 12 page story overnight?”, so it wasn’t really helpful. But then after school I bugged her for so long about it being impossible that she finally gave me helpful help.
In Math we had boring things that I didn’t pay attention to, because Gio and I were busy making shapes with the play-doh we had stolen from Science class.
And Ms.C, don’t be mad at me for writing that your help was unhelpful (if thats a word), ok? I ended up using your helpful help. And BY THE WAY, my short story was NINE pages long, which is perfectly reasonable, and I didn’t write it overnight!
Ouch… // Oops
Today in P.E class I was already having a bad time while the teacher kept on saying that I wasn’t giving my best but actually I was because my knee was really hurting. It’s hurting a lot lately. Well, I couldn’t tell her that it was hurting because then she would start saying that I don’t stretch before class, and that I never exercise. I mean come on, yes I do stretch. I just don’t lay down on the grass because then I would get my but all green and I would start itching. And I do exercise. I dance, I mean really dance, 3 times per week 2 1/2 hour a day.
And I play soccer. So I’m not that lazy!
Well so I was playing soccer and Pedro (the boy that was playing in my team) passed the ball, but it was high so, I mean, I wouldn’t just let the ball pass so I jumped and hit my head on the ball. My objective was to do a goal but the ball just went up. And I felt like a hammer had just torn my brain apart. I put my head down wishing it wouldn’t hurt as much but it was worse, then I felt all my blood go down to my head. I was when I felt the pressure. (I read an article that a guy had a heart attack or something that he died) I could already see flashbacks of my life. When I put my head up again I could feel that everyone was looking at me. Even the 6 graders having percussion near by. The teacher told me to wash my face. I knew she was scared, I mean, if one of her students died during her class she could be punished for not teaching how to hit the ball with your head.
It was already time to go. We went to the library talk to Ms.C and after we went to art after-school. I have this thing that I just can’t stop what I’m doing right in the middle of it because class is over and I need to go home. So when the teacher told us to clean up I continued my work. After I cleaned up. Everyone was still in the class talking so I didn’t realize what time it was. Someone mentioned that I would miss my bus. But the driver always comes late so I didn’t worry. After cleaning up I went to the lockers and got my back-pack. It was when I saw all the buses driving away. I felt my blood run cold. I went running like crazy down to where the buses stop to get us. I hoped he was still there. It was when I looked and he was driving by. I just couldn’t let him (the bus) go. So I ran after it. The guard ran after me telling me that I shouldn’t run around the street but I didn’t really care because I just wanted to get home.
I think the buss driver saw me because he stopped the bus. When I walked in I said I was sorry and some high-school boys started saying that I was dating someone behind the gym or something. I mean common I’m not that type. And I just didn’t answer them because I knew we would get into a discussion and someone would get hurt.
In the end I got home safe. And here I am safe and alive and with a lot of headache.
This Week
Sofy:
This week was pretty great. On Thursday I was sick so I got to go home early and not do P.E or Math, and after my mom picked me up we went to the mall, which is always great, even if you’re sick. Then after the mall I went to get my hair cut, and I cut it reeeeally short. I can’t even tie it back anymore, which is bad. But my friends said it looks nice, and even my brother said it looks cute, so it’s okay. In the morning when I was in History class, Daniel kept saying I looked firm (I still don’t get what the heck he meant by that) and adult and grownup, even when I said I didn’t want to be a grownup. And I couldn’t even call him an asshole because Ms.C was right there.
I finally found a book worth spending my time on. This last week I tried to read Anywhere But Here, which I had already read, and in my opinion is the greatest book ever written, but I got to the conclusion that it isn’t a book that should be read twice. It gets boring. Then I was looking through my mom’s books to see if she had anything non-portuguese, and found, actually, TWO books that interested me, which were Bridget Jones’s Diary and Sex and the City. I can’t believe I never knew my mom had these. I’m reading Sex and the City, and it’s pretty cool so far.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so we’re going out for breakfast together, and later I have skating, which I haven’t been to in two weeks. So it should be a good day.
Also, I had this crazy dream where I was in a boat with these bunch of other people I didn’t know, and then the boat capsized and we all fell into the water. I didn’t have any problems swimming, and that’s strange because I’m pretty bad at swimming in real life. And I felt weirdly drawn to this other girl, but I didn’t know who she was, and she was screaming, and when I swam to her I saw that her foot was caught in one of those fishing hook thingies, and it was being pulled to god knows where, so I told her I had to get her foot off the hook so I pulled her really hard and her foot ripped but she didn’t even scream that time. And then I woke up.
I just felt like writing about the dream.
Antisocialism is Bliss
Alvy:
I HATE it when there are these group activities when you have to act, or do anything in front of the class other than present a project or something like that, I’m telling you, I’M NOT A FRICKIN’ ACTOR!
This semester only had these activities. SOme time ago for english, we had to act two lines from “Romeo and Juliet” and guess what, I had Sofy as a partner and one of us had to be Juliet and the other Lady Capulet. I chose to be Lady Capulet, because to me she is less girly than Juliet, and how can I act out lines that have no point? I just hate everything about it, especially being so antisocial, like I am.
Today, In portuguese class, we had to make up this interview and we had to decide who we were going to be, it could be a celebrity, or you in 20 years, and of course, I HATED the idea. And to make it even worse, Sofy asked me if I wanted to be Christina Aguilera and I said NO, but then, her sound filter filtered it wrongly and she heard YES, so she asked Cida if I could be her, and everyone just stared ate me, I wanted to get Sofy by the hair and throw her out the window, so I protested, and told the trust. Sure, I like Christina Aguilera, but I don’t want to be her. The rest of the class, everyone tried to convince me to be someone famous, professions such as “Movie Director” and “Show Biz Something” showed up, and then Carol mentioned Justin Timberlake (And why is she comparing me to him?) and “Marlim” (Or “Marlin” or something) from Nemo, I mean, where does she get these ideas from?
So, I’m going to have to, either choose someone/something/what to be for tomorrow, or not choose anything and let Sofy get an F, and me too (And I think that’s the one I’m choosing for now, who told Sofy to humiliate me in the middle of class?) But anyways, I hate these socail activities ANYWHERE, and I WILL hate every teacher that forces me to do such a thing.
Adults.
This being grounded thing sucks. My little brother and I were in the house alone since my mom had to take my older brother someplace and my dad was working. And I was listening to music, and I had the earphones on because Danny was complaining about the noise. So when my parents called I didn’t hear the phone, and apparently they kept calling until finally, I hear the shrill annoying ring of the stupid phone. But when I answered the line was dead. So I called my dad again, because I had seen in the caller thingy that it was him who had called. But no one answered.
And they got home five minutes later, and I had just gotten into the internet when my dad slammed open the door. And he looked at the screen, and since my homepage is TV.com, he got even angrier because he thought I was using the internet for stuff other than homework. And he asked me why I hadn’t answered the phone, and I explained and he didn’t believe me, of course, because adults never seem to believe me. So now I’m in a new level of grounded. I don’t have any good DVDs in my room anymore, and I think he might not let me even watch them on this weekend. Which majorly sucks, because I just got my How I Met Your Mother DVD yesterday. Now all I have to do this weekend is read stupid books, which I am being forced to read. Reading against my will. Reading when I don’t want to read. I’ve read all the books in this world worth reading, and the rest are all boring.
This is just so unfair. He should just listen to me and he would see that this stuff is only happening because my shitty life is against me. I got bad grades because Ylane and Rodrigo are mean and hate me. I got double-grounded because of my stupid idiotic good for nothing homepage. (Actually it’s a great site, but I’m just pissed off)
And today I got an 64% on my History test. Now let me prove just how wrong this is. Rodrigo always says that if we use pen for the test, we can complain about him grading wrong later, if we use pencil, we can’t, because we could just erase our answers and say he marked it wrong. I used pen. The test was all multiple choice, and for this one question, I circled an answer, but then decided it was wrong, crossed it off, and circled the answer above it, which turned out to be the right one. And today he gave us back the test and this question, with the crossed off answer and the right answer, was marked wrong. So I went to talk to him about it, and he said that he couldn’t see which one I had circled. What an idiot. A blind idiot. A blind idiot asshole that I wish so much would get hit by a bus (okay, I’m being a bit dramatic, but whatever). Every person in the class agreed that he should have marked the question right. But he still didn’t change it. Than one question could’ve gotten me from a D- to a C! Which okay, isn’t very good, but isn’t a fail, either! He should get fired. And he should also get glasses. Well, he already has them, but he should get better ones.
