My day...yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried at school. I NEVER cry at school. I make it a goal to make it through the day, and then cry at home. Oh, no. I had to burst into tears in third period. Apparently, my tears couldn't hold themselves, they had to come out and embarass me. Of course. People at my school are super dumb. (There are a select few who are smart, you know who you are.) We have these "silly senior superlatives," right? We're in high school, of course we do. Here are the catagories: Biggest Redneck, Teacher's Worst Nightmare, Most Changed Since Freshman Year, Attached at the Hip, Most Likely to Bring Home to Mom, Most Likely to Become Famous, and some other "silly" *cough, cough STUPID* ones. So, guess who got Biggest Redneck as a joke? ME. Of course. I am THE farthest thing from a redneck. If i'm a redneck, a gay guy will be Mayor of Texas tomorrow. My friend Megan and best friend Shayna thought it would be funny to put me in there a bunch of times as a joke. Well, I was taking it like a champ and laughing, until this girl in the hallway all of a sudden says, "Uhm, it's not funny. I hope you know people are making fun of you for that. I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but, they're not saying it as in, oh Autumn's soooo cool, they're making fun of you." Oh. Right. I was totally under control in the situation, laughing it off and ignoring it. That went out the window and FAST. Then, to make matters WORSE, I went to the office because I thought my locker was "jammed". Okay Mrs. Ware, sure you can send Seth to help me open my locker. My brain was in a fuzz from trying not to cry, soooo, I was opening the WRONG locker. Cute. Now i'm a redneck AND stupid. So, Shayna and I are late to third period. I'm crying and Mrs. Huff HAD to question why we were late? Another cool thing. Now i'm a redneck, stupid, a class skipper, and a cry baby. Just adding up those labels, aren't I? I'll be back later, gotta go to school.
(to be continued...)