I'm a Diced Tomato

It's a record. Two Rushmore references in a row for my blog title things. What? I'm listening to the soundtrack. Plus I have connections with that movie. I am, in a way, a female Max Fischer. Sorta. Not completely, mind you, but partly. We have similarities. The glasses. The writing. Age. Geometry. And other things.

Speaking of school, I really want to be a teacher when I grow up. For now. My mind my change. I want to be in that art room teaching at my school. I want to come back to MY SCHOOL. I want to socialize with the teachers. Teachers are so much fun. From what I see. They're my friends at school right now.

But when I think about the future, it's like, the state is probably going to make so many budget cuts there won't be art class anymore. But I could teach history, too, I like that. Unless they cut that out, too! D: The future is very Dev-O. I just don't know what to do. I keep seeing our school get tagged and hear about shootings. They'll probably have a gate around it by the time I get back. So it's like maybe I won't want to be here at all. Things just have to be ruined. But I love my school. I hated it last year. I love it for weird reasons, though. Funny how things can change.

So there's an article in the newest issue of our school newspaper about Knowledge Bowl, written by none other than the kid I hated most on our team. I usually don't hate people this much, but man this kid is a "piss brain" like my father said. The article he wrote made us sound like total snobs, (grah! that will just make people hate us! stop making the stereotype a reality jerkface!) and put down other teams and spelled my name wrong. But I'm used to that. And he was a total hypocrite because he was talking about how a member of another team looked like he wanted to be somewhere else and I distinctly remember this kid who wrote the article saying "Complete waste of time. I missed _______ because of this?"

Grah. Why do people have to be difficult?