The Diary of Me

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September 25th - 10:37 pm

Hi!

I'm probably writing this because I'm tired. I'm probably writing this because I have a lot going on in my mind right now. I'm probably writing this because I'm sick of it. I'm probably writing this because I'm overwhelmed with feelings right now. I'm probably writing this because I'm an emotional wreck. But I'm sick of my classmates. Well, maybe you are too. Maybe you are not. I mean, my class is so awesome compared to the other ninth grade classes. But it's just so unfair because there's always the same group of people that gets what they want and I'm sick of it, especially because they are the mean ones, still most people seem to love them.

For example, when you start school you get a schedule of all your classes, when they begin and end, when you've got lunch break, and when you begin and end your day. These people have wanted to change the schedule to fit them more every year. Every single year for four years. And guess what? They have gotten exactly as they want every single time. And if it doesn't fit us other students, then too bad for us. These people are practically all living in the same area. And they are the majority of the class. Even though they aren't many more than the rest of us. So when we end school they have to wait about half an hour and then there go three different buses they can take at different times, so if they miss the first one, they can just catch the second one. Usually they want to change the schedule so we end school earlier or later so that we other student miss our bus with like 10-15 minutes and have to wait 40-50 minutes for our bus to come. And we have one bus that go in our direction. ONE. They have THREE. So if we miss our then we have to wait for an hour. And our bus goes every hour for three hours, theirs practically go the whole day. And we, the rest of the class, all live in different places, the places where we live are more spread out then theirs. And there's this girl in my class that has to catch a ferry that doesn't go very often, so sometimes when they've changed the schedule it takes hours for her to get home when it could've just taken max half an hour. And just because they are the majority of the class they always get what they want even though their schedule changes affect us much, much worse than the original schedule would have affected them. It would have taken them like 40 minutes or something for them to get home while it will now take 1-2 or 3 hours for some of us others to get home. Apparently our tutor wants to make it great for the majority of the class instead of making it good for everyone. I'm just sick of it.
And if they get to change the schedule one year then maybe the other of us could get to change it the next year when we wanted to, but of course we didn't get to do that. Instead they got to change it two years in a row and then three years in a row. How fair, right?

We took the yearly school photos a few weeks ago too and since we're in our last year of "high school" we get to choose a funny theme for our picture. So we decided to have Christmas theme and everyone started to plan and stuff. Our tutor wanted us to think more in case we came up with more suggestions, but one girl in my class said that we had decided and the rest of us agreed. Then later on the evening some of the girls in the class, including the girl that had assured the teacher that we didn't want more time to think, came up with the fantastic (note the sarcasm) idea to have "Happy Birthday"-theme on the photo. And since they are as stubborn as they are (these are the girls that almost always get what they want with schedules and stuff), they started writing in the group chat that some of my classmates are in. They wrote over and over again that they wanted to have this very ridiculous "Happy Birthday"-theme. And since I had talked to some of my other classmates and they didn't want to change the theme either, I started to argue against it. They were three or four against me. We discussed for a while and after a while we weren't so nice to each other anymore, still I tried to keep it clean, so then our teacher interrupted and told us to stop. Then the day after we voted and of course their theme won. And I can tell you if I or some of my other classmates that are not involved in this group of girls would have wanted to vote again and stuff, we definitely wouldn't have gotten the permission to do it, I can promise you that!
So our school picture this year ended up as the most ridiculous and childish picture I've ever seen in my whole life. It looked like we were on a 4 or 5-yearold's birthday party.
And tonight the tutors had a meeting with the parents and apparently my tutor had said something like "well, at least they all agreed on the theme on the school picture". I know this because I talked to my mum a while ago and she told me. I seriously wanted to throw up. This is what I don't like with my tutor, she pretends like nothing has happened. She pretended like the conversation in the group chat never existed. She pretended like there had never been too many conversations and argues over the schedule. She pretended like everything was fine just because this group of girls got as they wanted. I'm so sick of this and I'm so glad to go to "college" next year because I can't stand my class much longer.

Oh, and guess what? Before we end at this school we can choose whether we want to go on a trip with the class or if we want to make our own hoodies where we can write whatever we want on. If you haven't figured that out yet, I definitely don't want to go on a trip with class. Never again! I've already been on too many, I can't even stand a day with them in Gothenburg. They have to sell their damn cookies themselves to get enough money. I would much rather want a hoodie as a memory. Many other classes through the years have gotten hoodies and some of them are sooo nice. But I will probably not get as I want this time either because I'm far from the majority of the class, so wish me good luck on that one. I know that I will not come with them on the trip though. I shiver at just the thought of it.

- An Angry Alien