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Theresa Reeves. 17 year old junior at Westmoore High School. In the Marching Band. Made 5th place at OBA with Gazebo Dances, our Symphonic Band made SWEEPSTAKES. Loves music - emo, adult alternative, R&B and jazz. Percussionist in training.
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Dying to leave
...written on February 21, 2005, @ 20:25
I cannot wait until I graudate
School for me these days isn't fun anymore, I don't need people in my face trying to tell me what to do and what not to do. That's why I have parents, like four of them thank you.
I didn't sleep well last night, I'm kind of mad about that because I really need the sleep. I woke up and I wasn't tired, yet not rested. I was mad that my parents had the day off as well as MWC kids. Why do Moore Public Schools have to be so different?
After I went to my locker I went and got a new color plate from Mrs. Berg with intentions on coloring it before band. Yeah, that didn't happen. I talked to Garrett because he wasn't going to be there for the rest of the day, he was just there to practice a little before going up to OU to audition, I really hope it went well. Band, was sort of a disappointment to me today, everyone just sucked and I wasn't and when Mr. Smith is like "Clarinets..." I take it personal, although I know he's not talking to me or at me.
I walk into anatomy and Maile and I were talking about cars when Zach decides to but into our conversation, I was like, "Sorry not talking to you." Ok, if you want to tell me something, that's fine, but to say it with such disgust? No, I don't have to take it and I won't. He was trying to say something like, "I was just saying those cars are crappy." But you know what? I'm sorry, but I don't have a job and my parents aren't rich. It just went downhill from there, I think.
Our open book test was ok. Knowing that I could look in the book made me second guess myself. Since Mr. Pennington switched the seats around I sit in the seat that Wes would've normally picked. Why do I do this to myself? Anyway, I tried to do some anatomy, but I couldn't find the answers because Mrs. Berg doesn't do things right. When I go in Psychology I just wanted to cry because I was fed up and I couldn't find any answers. The only thing I could do was absorb myself in the movie we watched.
Lunch was ok, I didn't have to deal with people cutting me. I'm so sick of that, ok I understand that you don't want to wait, but if everyone else can stand in the line you can as well. I wasn't a big fan of english today. We had to do a timed write, I'm not a good writer. I think I did pretty well on it, but then again we're having peer readers and I know our essays go to the LD class so I'll get a 3 on it because they just wanted to put that number on it.
Math, was very strange. I forgot that we had a combined class and the classroom was full. I didn't like it and neither did Kayla or Jessica. Kayla sat in Garrett's seat today and she fell asleep because she didn't want to do her work and she didn't like Kacia. I didn't know that! Yes, someone else who doesn't like her, I'm not alone. Kacia was talking mess about me today too, saying that I was mean. Why did she have to say that? So I was like, "Ok, I'm not going to do anything except my work." Me and Jessica got pretty far too.
Found out that Jubal really does hate me, for what reason I'll never know. I like the kid actually, but for some odd reason I'm not his favorite person. Eh, I could care less now. The only class I have with him is band and it's not like we really socialize then, he's a percussionist and in wind ensemble.
I got home expecting the "talk" to start, but nothing happened. I did my homework and with just about all of it done I watched Crossing Jordan. That show makes me doubt myself, not because of the "drama", but because I can really see myself cutting people open and determining their cause of death. But everytime I think of wearing a bullet proof vest, a gun and driving a black and white I know that being a cop is what I was born to do. But then again, I'm not sure if I'm going to go in the military, because I'm sure you don't need anything higher than a high school education to be a cop so I could just take the basic classes, then go right into the force. On the other hand I want to travel and the military offers you that. I'm so confused right now, I don't know what I'm going to do after high school. But I do know that I want to relearn German, learn Japanese, go to Japan, live in Ireland, date an Irish guy, marry a asian guy with nice hair, really tall and who can cook his native food, and be a cop. My thing is, how do I get there? And is being a cop really for me or is a medical examiner my real profession?
I talked to Ricky a little bit, then he signed off in my face, he knows I fucking hate that! I think I'm just going to go cold turkey, not IM him or look at his diary. Although he had a picture of a REALLY HOT cousin in his xanga. He's all asking me for pictures, why? He doesn't need to know what I look like, right? Who knows...
Brandi is jealous of Maile because Maile's new car is Brandi's dream car. Yeah, well at least Brandi has a car, I don't have one and I've been promised a car. When am I going to get it, when I'm 21?! Oh well, at this point in time I don't think I really need one, but I want one. Sometimes I just want to go get me some ice cream or something without having to wait for someone to get home.
Today me and Jessica were twinkies! It was funny because she was like, "Man..." It's great, I'll miss her. No one will have my back like Jessica has, no one could teach me to march like Jessica, and no one could be as good in math as Jessica. That is my Ode to you Jessica, LOVE YOU!! She's talking nonsense about going to ECU, no she's going to OU because Garrett will need her and when I go there, I'll need her too. And Christina will move to OU and we'll all have fun TPing people's cars. YES!!
Hooked on a song that I don't know the lyrics too, it's on Derek Box's xanga and I just keep going back to listen to the music. It's by And You Will Know US By The Trail of Dead, I think? Great song, just wishing I knew the lyrics.
A bad day made better by a little Maroon 5...
Theresa
P.s
Now I know how Christina felt about Westmoore her senior year, damn it I have one more freaking year left!! CURSES!!