I was sitting at the bar, vectors all laid out in front of me, a protractor I printed from the internet and glued to a manilla folder for stability and a ruler my mom had to bring me from home scattered around the very eraser marked and messy page. I was frustrated because I couldn't make them work, and this random nice guy's trying to show me how it works while the credit card machine rings up his 17.81 total, which he told me is when the revolutionary war ended. He stood up, to show me how I should pretend I'm standing in the middle of a circle, and I'm looking out around me. I mean, it's not a complicated concept. I just couldn't use a protractor the right way, so his efforts were sweet, but I just needed to not be retarded with my tools. The nice man leaves, and then a very drunk Mr.Schmit looks at me. "You didn't go to school today" I confirmed his statement, and he looks at me with a confused expression. By confused I mean drunken. "But you're here". While he pointed at the bar as if there could be any misinterpretation about "here". I once again confirmed. "Are you even sick?" I told him I was not, and he just smirked at me and turned back to his beer.
Allyson phrased it best--it was a mental health day. And my Jones Soda justified it by telling me that striving for mental peace was a worthwhile achievement. I appreciated the timing on that. I just woke up late, and I had a bad sinus headache that made me dizzy when I stood. I very easily could have gone to school, but with work everyday, I got behind on my many projects, which all somehow ended up being due Thursday. I really, really just didn't want to go, so I called my mother, and she assented, much to my surprise. And it didn't even take that much coaxing! So now my room's clean, and my adv. US history and English projects are within half an hour of done, and I feel much, much better. I even got to spend an hour having coffee with Trent! It was a much needed day off, which makes me really not want to go back tomorrow, but I don't work, and I get to see Cinderella with Allyson and Ashley, so I think I'll make it somehow. El fin.
Allyson phrased it best--it was a mental health day. And my Jones Soda justified it by telling me that striving for mental peace was a worthwhile achievement. I appreciated the timing on that. I just woke up late, and I had a bad sinus headache that made me dizzy when I stood. I very easily could have gone to school, but with work everyday, I got behind on my many projects, which all somehow ended up being due Thursday. I really, really just didn't want to go, so I called my mother, and she assented, much to my surprise. And it didn't even take that much coaxing! So now my room's clean, and my adv. US history and English projects are within half an hour of done, and I feel much, much better. I even got to spend an hour having coffee with Trent! It was a much needed day off, which makes me really not want to go back tomorrow, but I don't work, and I get to see Cinderella with Allyson and Ashley, so I think I'll make it somehow. El fin.
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