Today was
crap. Everything was awful, and then one girl put me
over the edge during the last period by ruining my bag and got
coffee over it-long story short. She didn't even say sorry to
me. I was so mad because all my notebooks and folder were
trashed, so I was going to my science teacher (Mr. P, let's
say) to get new papers, and he asked me what's wrong...I
broke down in front of him hysterically crying. He sat me down,
and I just exploded everything from how I hate everyone in the
school to wanting to kill this girl. He understood completely and
just sat and talked to me for half an hour. Then he took my bag
and cleaned in the sink. Then helped me clean up my folders and
notebooks. I never thought a teacher would be so kind.
He's my favorite person in the school right
now.
