Tuesday, January 13, 2015 "Stress Isn't Absent."

Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Week: 22
Songs to Remember: Plasterbrain - Ninbasa Core

        Never in my life have I ever encountered a teacher this lazy and uncaring before. Here's how it goes.

        Knowing my parents, they fuck me up whenever I get a call from school. Yesterday the school called and said that "your student was absent in one or more classes". I was hoping this one particular teacher, the one who's class I'm trying to get out of, wouldn't mark me absent since it's the first day of her class. But she did and because of that, my dad had to leave a messagr to excuse my absence. My parents were already under enough stress yesterday so that call only made it worse.

        My school's way on handling absences is so fucking stupid. If you get marked absent in one class, out of the 6 classes, the school automatically sends a phone call home about the absence and you have a 72 hour period to clear the absence or else it'll turn into a cut. You see how stupid that is? A teacher could accidently mark a student absent and what if they somehow don't get notified about it? They get a fucking cut on their attendance. I'm never absent, ever. If my fucking leg's been bit off by a wolf my parents would still send me to school.

        If I get an absence call and I say that I was at school, my parents would believe it. But that's only for like, once a year. Because this happened two days in a row (yesterday and today), my parents are thinking I'm fucking skipping classes now. I wanted to resolve this issue today, so I went to the teacher's classroom during break time, during lunch, after lunch, and middle school. Guess what? *whispers* She wasn't there. During break time, the door was locked. Nobody was in the room. During lunch, she was there. She was on the phone, I asked if I could talk to her about my scheduling for her class, she fucking tells me "This is my lunch. Sorry, come back after lunch". She only has like 1 or 2 classes, she spends like 2/3 of the school day on the fucking teacher's lounge.

        She could eat lunch anytime she fucking wanted. And when a student comes in to ask about a class that he's somehow put in, she says "This is lunch" while talking to her friend about cars or whatever. That was probably the most rudest thing I've ever heard a teacher say. To take me out of her class on the computer, since she teaches about computers, it would take only about, hmm, 30 seconds at most. But I respected her time so I came back after the lunch bell rung. Standing there, the door was still locked and she wasn't there. Knowing my luck, she was probably in the teacher's lounge doing the who knows what for hours. I didn't want to miss instructional time (especially since it was math class), I just went to class after being there for about 5 minutes after lunch.

        I looked her up on RateMyTeachers.com to see what other people have said about her and her class. Yep, just as i thought, pointless. People said that they wasted their years in her class and if you wanted to learn Microsoft word, just buy the book that she's going off by. Another person said that the teacher stayed afterschool to help students catch up and I was like "Oh really? Stays after school to help students catch up? Does she do this while invisible?" After school, I went over there again to see if she was in the classroom. Nope, door still locked, lights were on, she wasn't there. Since I knew that contacting her would be impossible without going early in the morning, I just scheduled an appointment with my counselor to handle it once and for all. I get in the car and my mom's like "You father received a call from the school, saying that you need to get a note from the teacher to excuse you from the absence". Great, so now I need to do even more s***. Today we got the absence call again abd my parents fucking lost it.

        My dad was telling my mom to go with me tomorrow to go talk to the teacher why she keeps marking me absent, I tell my mom I already emailed her about it and that it'll be taken care of, my dad demands we go talk to her, I tell em' I'm going to change my schedule to stop the absences and my mom twists it around like "Because you're changing schedules this is why you keep getting those random absences, why do you have to change classes all the time, make it so confusing" and I just start fucking crying because my mom doesn't get it, she blames all this on me, she's yelling shit, she's angry because my dad's making her go with me to talk to her, I tell my mom I could go by myself, she says my dad's making her go, and when I want to handle shit by myself saying I got this, my parents act like "Oh, you should be able to do stuff for yourself, you're 16 now, you're not a kid anymore". Fucking, I'd run away by Noe if I wasn't such a pussy.

        Tomorrow I'm gonna have to wake up at 6:00 AM to go talk to a teacher who's hardly working to get her to write a note to excuse my TWO "absences". It would've only been one if she had checked her school email earlier. Being a "computer science" teacher, I expected her to check her emails often, but no, I guess she puts on assignments faster than she checks her students' emails and replies to them AFTER she marks them absent. God fucking damnit, this is all your fault. My parents are stressed enough as it is 'cause my dad accidently wrote on expired checks for some bills and that was a whole fucking hassel. Now they're being brought into my shit. Hell, my dad was gonna take some work time off tomorrow to go with me and my mom. He's deciding maybe Friday too if this doesn't get resolved.

        Once I get removed from that fucking class roster, i swear if I get placed into there one more time, I'm fucking jumping off a bridge because I don't want to deal with shit like this all the fucking time. That one student at our school who committed suicide being finals last year? Yeah, this is what stress does to ya. And my mom thinks my lack of sleep causes it. No, your fucking stress you cause my causes my lack of sleep, creating more stress up to the point where I make the decision to fuck it.