Ceremony of DOOM
There is plenty to talk about right now, I don't know where to start! Today was such an adventure, so dramatic, and so painful and bittersweet...You'll see what I mean.
So I woke up without my aunt yelling at me, which was pretty weird. I throw on the spirit outfit, which is the usual red shirt and blue jeans. I get to school around 7:10 AM and head to Eleazers for tutoring. I sit down, and suddenly remember that today was the Ring and Rose Ceremony.
"Hey sir, were the seniors supposed to wear nice clothing today? I saw Swanny and he was not wearing the spirit shirt..." I asked the ex-wrestler.
"Well Omar," said Eleazer in a deep, scary, and forcing you to understand manner, "I believe that you were. The thing is, you don't listen. You have a hard time listening."
"...Sir, that hurt me right here," I directed to mi corazon.
"I'm only telling you the truth." With that, I ran off to my locker.
On the way, I ran into Swanny. He was wearing his little outfit, and so I asked in confirmation, "Hey, we are supposed to wear nice clothes right?"
"Dude, your stupid! Of course we're supposed to! I'd help you out if I had extra clothing, but I don't." Ignoring his smartass comment, I ran to the office and called my aunt.
It was about 7:30 AM by now. She arrived soon, and we ran off to my house. On the way, we jammed out to Tejano music. We get home, and I find my nice mexican shirt...I have no idea how to spell what it's called. I keep the jeans on and I get back to school.
I'm late for my first class, Speech, by 5 minutes. It's app. 8:10 AM. Salinas was absent,and the class wasn't in the classroom. I soon discovered them in the library goofing off. So I fooled around for 45 minutes, thinking that everything is over and done with. The bell rings, and I head off to Spanish III. On the way, Sr. Pat runs into me.
She stops in her tracks like a train crashing into a mountain. She scanned me up and down quickly, and pointed an accusing finger straight into my eyes.
"No no no, Omar! No jeans! I said khakis! Go home and change, get out of here!"
I was stunned. I thought I could have avoided her today. But no. GOD thought it would be funny. So I get to Spanish, and I'm freaking out. I'm like banging my head into the wall, and Mrs. Levensailor is like, "Omarr, que paso?!"
I told her what happened, and class started soon. I couldn't just call my aunt BACK, you know? I was there, ranting and yelling at the class about how much Sr. Pat sucks. Then the unthinkable happens. Chrissy Hoffman raised her hand to my troubles.
"I can give you a ride to your house," she suggested.
"Really? Can we, Ms. Levensailor?" I asked.
"Sure, Sr. Pat said you HAD to go home."
So me and Chrissy snuck out through the gym. On the way, she asked if she could smoke. I had no problem with it, as long as people don't puff smoke into my face. We found her car, and we drove off. Apparantly, she is a bad driver.
She plays this music that is like...how can I describe it...It's alot like "Let's have hot sex" music, what with a heavy bass and record scratching. Needless to say, I was leaning to the other side of the car. Then she pulls out her cigs, and without opening the windows first, she puffs. So I smelled like smoke for a while. On the way, she asks me something.
"So what's your musical preference?" She said while dodging exploding cars.
"Me well, I like heavy metal, symphonies, classical..."
"Hmm, maybe you'll like THIS song!" She put on Slipknot...
So we finally get to my house after almost crashing once. I then ask her, "Would you like to have a seat inside my house while I get dressed, or do you want to stay here?" I had to be nice. I mean, she WAS giving me a bloody ride to mi casa.
"No," she declined, "I'm gonna' stay here and talk to my boyfriend!" Oh well. So I go inside and grab some khakis from the "dirty-clothes hamper". My clean ones are too tight, so I wasn't going to risk that. My mom wasn't home either, or else she would have had a FIT. On the way back to Chrissy's car, I offered her a soda or water bottle. Then we were off!
We get back and successfully sneak back into class. (Thank you, Metal Gear Solid!) There were 15 minutes left in Spanish class, so I chilled for a while and chewed on a tooth pick. I do that when I'm nervous or thinking. Thank you Crissy Hoffman for saving my life!
So after Spanish, the seniors are called to the gym. Mr. Eleazer was in the hall and sarcastically commented on my "better looking clothes". By this time, I had not seen Elaine at all. I was almost certain that she did not show up. Sr. Pat greeted us all and told us to get into the bleacher thingies, where we would sing that "The Rose" song.
After practicing over and over again, Pat threatened us with a "personal luncheon" or some crap if we fucked up. Then we were told to go to the cafeteria unless there was something we had to do around the gym. I hung around for a bit and talked to Jamila. Pat thought other wise and yelled at me.
"If any of you have nothing to do, then get the Hell out of here OMAR!" And the seniors did laugh, and I did weep. We went outside, where I would tell some of the seniors the events of earlier in the day. Then I was asked to give an interview. These two dudes sat me in front of a camera and asked me a bunch of questions. Unfortunately, I could not come up with any of the answers under such pressure.
"So what's your favorite song?"
"Hmm....hmmmm....I can't think of it. I guess anything by Iron Maiden."
"Where do you see yourself ten years from now?"
"If not on the war front, then writing a book in a mountain."
"Any parting words for the seniors?"
"...Don't do drugs, kids! *wink wink*"
Pretty cheesy crap, I know. Francseskinni (Is that how you spell her name?) wanted to know what size shirt I wanted for "Operation Graduation". I said I didn't want to go, which kind of settled it. I mean, I don't want to go to a place where there will be people I hate. I can't have fun at places like that.
The ceremony started pretty soon after. It was your average mass, only with the intention that it was the last that I might ever attend. HAHA. Zack Kelly handed a rose to some dude, along with a bright red wig. He then planted a kiss right on this guy's cheek, and they trotted down the middle of the gym towards the cameras. It was pretty funny.
My aunt Tina was there, to my surprise. So was Channel 6 News. Elaine was there as well, and laughing at us sing the rose song. I was cracking up during the whole thing.
After the ceremony ended, I ran off to find Elaine....Look, some things are just not meant to write about. I'll just say that she's the sweetest, most beautiful girl to walk the earth. And I'm going to miss her dearly.
I decided to treat myself to Chinese food, so I walked to Happy Buddha from school. It was my way of celebrating the end of the crap that was Friday the 13th. I arrive and take my seat, putting my things down where the people wouldn't see them. I'll be honest...I felt like such a man to be eating by myself. I should do it more often.
I decided to take my time, then I would take off to home. To my surprise, Clare and my Aunt Tina walk in! So I call them over and we sat together. It was such a coincidence, no?
From there I went home. At 6 PM, my tutor came over. He was like...a fucking year older than me. So the whole time that he was supposed to be tutoring me, I was challenging him to the limits of my knowledge of Matematicas. I think I pist him off several times, seeing as he found any opportunity to tell me that I was wrong.
Then it hit me. My knowledge was all thanks to Mr. Eleazer. There is no teacher better than him, and I don't care WHAT you say. If you are retarded, he can make you a fucking genius at math. It's like "Stand and Deliver" all over again! I felt pretty confident in my abilities to do math and prove this tutor wrong. I'm definetly going to visit Mr. Eleazer sometime in the future!
Final Thoughts:
1.) Stephy beat me at pool. I'll kick your Butt-TOX next time!
2.) Like my new icon thingy?
3.) I shouldn't complain...but Chrissy sucks at driving
4.) I'm going to kick my tutor's ass!
5.) I thought Jamila's party was today :P
6.) I came out on the fucking news! I looked scary.
7.) I'm finding a way to see Elaine more often
8.) Need...kosher orange juice...with pulp...
9.) Matt was "too tired" too eat chinese...Oh well.
10.) Finals next week! Wish me luck!
So I woke up without my aunt yelling at me, which was pretty weird. I throw on the spirit outfit, which is the usual red shirt and blue jeans. I get to school around 7:10 AM and head to Eleazers for tutoring. I sit down, and suddenly remember that today was the Ring and Rose Ceremony.
"Hey sir, were the seniors supposed to wear nice clothing today? I saw Swanny and he was not wearing the spirit shirt..." I asked the ex-wrestler.
"Well Omar," said Eleazer in a deep, scary, and forcing you to understand manner, "I believe that you were. The thing is, you don't listen. You have a hard time listening."
"...Sir, that hurt me right here," I directed to mi corazon.
"I'm only telling you the truth." With that, I ran off to my locker.
On the way, I ran into Swanny. He was wearing his little outfit, and so I asked in confirmation, "Hey, we are supposed to wear nice clothes right?"
"Dude, your stupid! Of course we're supposed to! I'd help you out if I had extra clothing, but I don't." Ignoring his smartass comment, I ran to the office and called my aunt.
It was about 7:30 AM by now. She arrived soon, and we ran off to my house. On the way, we jammed out to Tejano music. We get home, and I find my nice mexican shirt...I have no idea how to spell what it's called. I keep the jeans on and I get back to school.
I'm late for my first class, Speech, by 5 minutes. It's app. 8:10 AM. Salinas was absent,and the class wasn't in the classroom. I soon discovered them in the library goofing off. So I fooled around for 45 minutes, thinking that everything is over and done with. The bell rings, and I head off to Spanish III. On the way, Sr. Pat runs into me.
She stops in her tracks like a train crashing into a mountain. She scanned me up and down quickly, and pointed an accusing finger straight into my eyes.
"No no no, Omar! No jeans! I said khakis! Go home and change, get out of here!"
I was stunned. I thought I could have avoided her today. But no. GOD thought it would be funny. So I get to Spanish, and I'm freaking out. I'm like banging my head into the wall, and Mrs. Levensailor is like, "Omarr, que paso?!"
I told her what happened, and class started soon. I couldn't just call my aunt BACK, you know? I was there, ranting and yelling at the class about how much Sr. Pat sucks. Then the unthinkable happens. Chrissy Hoffman raised her hand to my troubles.
"I can give you a ride to your house," she suggested.
"Really? Can we, Ms. Levensailor?" I asked.
"Sure, Sr. Pat said you HAD to go home."
So me and Chrissy snuck out through the gym. On the way, she asked if she could smoke. I had no problem with it, as long as people don't puff smoke into my face. We found her car, and we drove off. Apparantly, she is a bad driver.
She plays this music that is like...how can I describe it...It's alot like "Let's have hot sex" music, what with a heavy bass and record scratching. Needless to say, I was leaning to the other side of the car. Then she pulls out her cigs, and without opening the windows first, she puffs. So I smelled like smoke for a while. On the way, she asks me something.
"So what's your musical preference?" She said while dodging exploding cars.
"Me well, I like heavy metal, symphonies, classical..."
"Hmm, maybe you'll like THIS song!" She put on Slipknot...
So we finally get to my house after almost crashing once. I then ask her, "Would you like to have a seat inside my house while I get dressed, or do you want to stay here?" I had to be nice. I mean, she WAS giving me a bloody ride to mi casa.
"No," she declined, "I'm gonna' stay here and talk to my boyfriend!" Oh well. So I go inside and grab some khakis from the "dirty-clothes hamper". My clean ones are too tight, so I wasn't going to risk that. My mom wasn't home either, or else she would have had a FIT. On the way back to Chrissy's car, I offered her a soda or water bottle. Then we were off!
We get back and successfully sneak back into class. (Thank you, Metal Gear Solid!) There were 15 minutes left in Spanish class, so I chilled for a while and chewed on a tooth pick. I do that when I'm nervous or thinking. Thank you Crissy Hoffman for saving my life!
So after Spanish, the seniors are called to the gym. Mr. Eleazer was in the hall and sarcastically commented on my "better looking clothes". By this time, I had not seen Elaine at all. I was almost certain that she did not show up. Sr. Pat greeted us all and told us to get into the bleacher thingies, where we would sing that "The Rose" song.
After practicing over and over again, Pat threatened us with a "personal luncheon" or some crap if we fucked up. Then we were told to go to the cafeteria unless there was something we had to do around the gym. I hung around for a bit and talked to Jamila. Pat thought other wise and yelled at me.
"If any of you have nothing to do, then get the Hell out of here OMAR!" And the seniors did laugh, and I did weep. We went outside, where I would tell some of the seniors the events of earlier in the day. Then I was asked to give an interview. These two dudes sat me in front of a camera and asked me a bunch of questions. Unfortunately, I could not come up with any of the answers under such pressure.
"So what's your favorite song?"
"Hmm....hmmmm....I can't think of it. I guess anything by Iron Maiden."
"Where do you see yourself ten years from now?"
"If not on the war front, then writing a book in a mountain."
"Any parting words for the seniors?"
"...Don't do drugs, kids! *wink wink*"
Pretty cheesy crap, I know. Francseskinni (Is that how you spell her name?) wanted to know what size shirt I wanted for "Operation Graduation". I said I didn't want to go, which kind of settled it. I mean, I don't want to go to a place where there will be people I hate. I can't have fun at places like that.
The ceremony started pretty soon after. It was your average mass, only with the intention that it was the last that I might ever attend. HAHA. Zack Kelly handed a rose to some dude, along with a bright red wig. He then planted a kiss right on this guy's cheek, and they trotted down the middle of the gym towards the cameras. It was pretty funny.
My aunt Tina was there, to my surprise. So was Channel 6 News. Elaine was there as well, and laughing at us sing the rose song. I was cracking up during the whole thing.
After the ceremony ended, I ran off to find Elaine....Look, some things are just not meant to write about. I'll just say that she's the sweetest, most beautiful girl to walk the earth. And I'm going to miss her dearly.
I decided to treat myself to Chinese food, so I walked to Happy Buddha from school. It was my way of celebrating the end of the crap that was Friday the 13th. I arrive and take my seat, putting my things down where the people wouldn't see them. I'll be honest...I felt like such a man to be eating by myself. I should do it more often.
I decided to take my time, then I would take off to home. To my surprise, Clare and my Aunt Tina walk in! So I call them over and we sat together. It was such a coincidence, no?
From there I went home. At 6 PM, my tutor came over. He was like...a fucking year older than me. So the whole time that he was supposed to be tutoring me, I was challenging him to the limits of my knowledge of Matematicas. I think I pist him off several times, seeing as he found any opportunity to tell me that I was wrong.
Then it hit me. My knowledge was all thanks to Mr. Eleazer. There is no teacher better than him, and I don't care WHAT you say. If you are retarded, he can make you a fucking genius at math. It's like "Stand and Deliver" all over again! I felt pretty confident in my abilities to do math and prove this tutor wrong. I'm definetly going to visit Mr. Eleazer sometime in the future!
Final Thoughts:
1.) Stephy beat me at pool. I'll kick your Butt-TOX next time!
2.) Like my new icon thingy?
3.) I shouldn't complain...but Chrissy sucks at driving
4.) I'm going to kick my tutor's ass!
5.) I thought Jamila's party was today :P
6.) I came out on the fucking news! I looked scary.
7.) I'm finding a way to see Elaine more often
8.) Need...kosher orange juice...with pulp...
9.) Matt was "too tired" too eat chinese...Oh well.
10.) Finals next week! Wish me luck!