Thursday, September 12
Dear Diary,
Today was the pits diary. The. Pits.
Remember when I wrote the love letter for Damien? Well, guess what? My nightmare just came true, multiplied by 12. It wasn't just the letter getting read out loud in front of some people, it was my love letter getting sent to Grabby's desk today in Red Magic class and he read it. Out loud, to the whole class.
Ugh. Can you imagine my embarrassment when I heard the first line of my terrible attempt at poetry to the class? Of course you can't, you're a diary. Well, let me assure you, I was plenty embarrassed.
Hmm… I think I'm jumping the gun again. Let me explain properly.
There I was, sitting quietly in my seat, waiting for Blue Magic class to begin, when suddenly Professor Grabiner comes into the room. He walks up to his desk at the front, stares at something on top of it and frowns. Then he picks up a piece of paper between his thumb and index finger like it was going to jump up and bite him in the nose. Then he unfolded it and started to read out loud my poem for Damien, right in front of the whole class. His voice filled with complete and utter contempt for my failure at poetry. Not that I blame him, but really.
When he asked the writer to fess up, I almost contemplated staying quiet but I figure if I don't he'd find out with some spell of some kind and punish me anyway, so I stood up and told him that I wrote it.
I'm sure you can guess how well that turned out. Not only did I get the full on Grabby treatment, sneer on his face and disgust clear in his voice, he also gave me 10 more demerits and now I have detention this Saturday. Argh! That sanctimonious son of a… I am so sick and tired of dealing with this sad sack of…
And the worst part is he won't even let me explain! I wanted to deck him so badly!
But more than that, I think I was just embarrassed about the whole thing. Embarrassed, and slightly betrayed by Damien. He told me that it was only meant for his eyes, and now I just had it read out loud in front of my Red Magic class by Professor Grabiner, of all people! I suppose this would be just as embarrassing if it was Professor Potsdam, but she probably wouldn't have given me 10 demerits and a detention over a ridiculous love letter that wasn't even meant for them in the first place! Actually, now that I think about it, she'd probably just laugh it all off and tell me that I need to work on my poetry. I swear, Professor Grabiner is broken on the inside or something. Sure, it's probably creepy for him to deal with children writing love letters to him, but he didn't need to give me demerits and put me in detention for it! He could have let me down easy, or just told me that it was against the school rules or something! And he certainly didn't need to read my atrocious writing out loud in front of the whole class! I should think, he of all people, would be able to read quietly just fine! Otherwise he'd be reading out loud from that big honking book of his every time he opens it up to a page!
As you can guess, I wasn't exactly in a very good mood as I went to Damien's dorm room to demand an answer out of him about this whole situation. I was given a wide berth as I went on a war path, and only Damien had the guts to even look me in the eye as I called out to him.
He told me that it was because he was bragging about getting a love letter that this whole fiasco happened. Apparently someone broke into his room while he was in class and stole my letter to put it on Professor Grabiner's desk. He says he'll get the whole situation sorted out, and that the reason the professor wouldn't listen was because I'm a freshman.
That does it. From now on, I will never trust Damien with any sensitive information or documents ever again. If he'd kept his big blue mouth shut this would never have happened, or if he'd hidden the letter better, maybe if he hadn't made me write him the letter this would have all been easily avoided. It's obviously he's not trustworthy with this sort of thing. He says it's not his fault, but I disagree. He brought this not only on himself, but also on me. It was one thing to embarrass me with writing a love letter when I feel no love for him whatsoever, but this crosses a line. I'm watching myself around him, and keeping a close eye on him as well.
That doesn't mean I need to alienate him entirely, though. If he wants to pretend that this changes nothing, then I'll play along. He's still a senior, and he can still make my life a living hell if he wanted to very easily. I don't need to make an enemy out of him out of something so petty.
But if something like this pops up with him again so help me…
I'm sorry diary; I'm just getting a little worked up over all of this. It's not fair to take it out on you. Maybe I need a break from all the classes. Yes, I think I'll just rest tomorrow. That should help my mood immensely. As for tonight however I need to rest, so good night diary. I'll write more tomorrow.
* Theresa Gainsborough
