Today was wasted on another pointless day at school. Mrs. Robertson dragged me out of English to bore me to death with a long lecture. Its typical, out of all of the boring lessons I could have missed, it had to be a half decent one. I was in her office for over an hour, as she voiced her concerns to me. She was telling me how worried she is about my temperament, as she calls it. She can't understand why the counselling hasn't improved my temper. If she had thought to check with Dr. Barns she would know that I haven't gone to one of those stupid sessions in over two weeks.
After she had finished boring me to death about that, she broke into a lecture about the chair incident. I should have known they weren't going to drop it, but I didn't think it was going to be her dealing with it. Still, it was better than it getting to the principle who'd suspend me without looking up from his desk like he usually does. She gave me the usual B.S about how disappointed she was that I let myself get so worked up after I had been doing so well. One week without any trouble, what a run! Man she is so annoying!. So instead of a suspension I have got to pay for the chair and give Mr. Dodd a written apology.
I let my temper get the better of me and told her not to hold her breath, which was probably a mistake, as it set her off on another rant about respect and loads of other things, but I wasn't really listening.
I don't know where I'm going to get the $20 for the chair from, I can't ask my mom, not that she'd give it me anyway, but if she finds out what I did she will kill me. When I accidentally burnt that science book she went berserk; how is she going to react if she finds out I've smashed a chair against a blackboard? She'd probably go tell Dave, and I can't be bothered with his stupid speeches about the real world and my lack of importance; now he does my head in.
I need to stop thinking about the shit that is school, or it will send me crazy, its such a waste of time. Mom had started smoking again, big surprise! When I got home from school the smell of smoke had already found its way back around the house like it usually does after she gives in, claiming as she did today, 'she needs it.' Whatever. It just shows how weak she is if she depends on some smokes so much. And I definitely won't get the money for the chair now, what's left of the money will go on cig, cigs and more cigs. She's already gone through a twenty deck today. She will realise how stupid she is when she's dying of lung cancer.
Great, Carol has started screaming her head off. So she will probably wail all night, giving me an even bigger headache; and no sleep. Thanks Cazy!
Jack.