Today we had logic class. (Stuff about inferring conclusions, like they give 'The cat tears the arm off of people who take its food. You were not a person who took its food. So you infer the last statement and it ends up like this:
All people who tok the cat's food are people whose arm has been torn off.
No you are people whose arm has been torn off.
Therefore, No you are people who took the cat's food.)
Anyway, my actual teacher went to a doctor's appointment and the headmaster took over. The thing is, she taught entirely differently, so I randomly spaced out and was asked a question. I asked her to repeat and she shook her head. Also, one of my other classmates forgot what a categorical statement was.
Then catastrophe struck for me after lunch.
During Literature the headmaster came in and specifically addressed people who had no idea what was going on in logic class (including me). Then we were told about us all having 'deer in the headlight looks'. She said only a couple of people actually looked like they knew what they were doing (They are very smart, so I don't doubt that they did. Still, we could've all just pretended to get it XD)
During PE, we ran around the baseball field as hard and as fast as we could in a relay. The headmaster came over, told some students to take off their sweaters, told us we couldn't do any more sports, and that we had to do all ten of our exercise ten to twenty times each. My legs hurt all week, so after that they felt like they'd died.
My brother as well as his friends are all graduating this year. So our entire class was invited. I love the songs, too! We were all excited and happy. That is, until the headmaster came in and saw we had them. She then took them away (giving two to my two friends. They were the only ones allowed the join the choir.) and said she couldn't trust us anymore (This sentence really ruined my day. She said it about three times.). So we had to do the right thing (Ace the logic test and learn all the songs even if we weren't in the choir) and left. So then I started crying. So now I sound like a baby. But there were five reasons I really wanted to be in that choir and thus cried.
1. I love singing. I sing Detective Conan openings/endings all the time. My classmates think I'm annoying, singing those all the time. But I don't care too much.
2. I'm a crybaby.
3. I really, really loved those songs. But I have no reason in my head to continue liking those songs.
4. These fours events made me both embarrassed that this was partly my fault and really, really sad.
5. It's not just my brother who's graduating; it's all my friends. My somewhat crush and my best friend. And then the people I hug. The people in that class really know me.
So I'll probably go with the other girls tomorrow to the office to ask for them. We'll probably only receive them once we do the right thing, though. I cried all the way home. My dad sort of rubbed it all in my face. Such a supportive dad. T_T My brother stroked my head like you would a cat. Yes, my closest friends do that. It really feels nice. :3
*hugs*
I really love grandma
