Surviving a Day Without My Glasses
Today is the first day in the school year that I have forgotten my glasses. I left them on my computer desk the night before. I put my glasses case in my bag in the morning assuming that my glasses were in there. However, when I had Spanish class, I took my case out and my glasses weren't in there. I use my glasses at school to see the board or Smart Board, so I couldn't really copy anything on the board today. My global teacher called me out. I wasn't copying the notes, and he was like I see some people not copying because they probably know it. It was something like that. He was being sarcastic about knowing the information. I felt so scared asking someone if I could copy their notes in Spanish and global because I don't talk to the people in those classes. Spanish class is so dead because no one in there talks. I tried to make small talk with a girl next to me once, but she didn't really take the conversation anywhere. We sit in groups in global class. In global, the guy that sits near me in my group wasn't here today, but the girl in my group was here. I kind of dislike her a little. I don't have any other classes with any of the sophomores in my global class. Everyone always asks me why I am a junior taking global. Well, in my old high school, I took U.S. history and government freshman year because that's how that school did it.
I went to the mall after school because I had to do something about my order that never came. I called customer service the other day, and the person told me that no order was made. It turns out the lady that helped me with my returns and exchanges never made the order for me. I ended up getting my money back on a gift card after what felt like 2 hours. I don't know why this errand took so long. Everyone makes mistakes, and I am no longer mad about it. I took the bus after that was done. Everything was going fine until some man got out of his original seat on the bus and sat down next to me. I'm not sure if he was drunk or something. He had a bottle of clear liquid that he kept on drinking. It could have been an alcoholic drink because of the way he was acting. It could have also just been water. Also, I didn't know this guy. I didn't know if that's how he just acts or if he has a mental disability. He was mumbling stuff. He was sitting all weird. I didn't know what to do because he would shift towards me and kind of lay on me. This happened multiple times. I was trying to read my book the whole time. I could feel his eyes on me or on my book. It felt like he was looking in my direction. I only looked over at him when I was about to get off the bus, and he was leaning on me a little. I looked over to see him sleeping. I looked straight ahead and saw this girl give me this look of like tell him to get off of you. However, I was so glad it was over when I got off the bus.
It's just my luck with crazy or mean bus drivers or bus drivers that can't drive. I've had so many of them this week. A bus driver screamed at a woman yesterday, and I think she didn't speak English. He was also so rude to other people. I could tell he ruined some girl's day the way he spoke to her about something. I was in for some crazy ride after I got off the first bus I took after I went to the mall. I got on the second bus I had to take when it arrived. The bus driver skipped so many stops where he was suppose to let people on. There were like four people on the bus including me, and public buses could hold more than four people. I think he wasn't stopping at stops where there were many people. He was speeding so much. He was running red lights. He was honking at cars for being too slow. Even if I didn't have my glasses, I could feel the crazy ride because of the way the bus moved. Some bus drivers just shouldn't be qualified to be bus drivers.
I was going to my cousin's house to get tutored for math. I ended up walking home because my cousin wasn't picking up his phone and I couldn't get in his house. It feels like I have been upset about some little things. I tried to breathe throughout today because at times today I felt myself heating up with anger. A bad day doesn't mean a bad life. It is just one day. Tomorrow is a new day. I have a math quiz tomorrow. I also get my report card tomorrow. I don't think I will be too happy with my report card grade. However, some people will say I did fine, but we could always strive for better. I should study for my math quiz after I am done writing this. I hope I can get a good grade on it. I think I am going to the museum with some people tomorrow. It's not going to be surprising if they cancel or something because that's what everyone does to me all the time. Sorry if this post is like super long! Anyway, do you think I should have said something to the man on the bus who was leaning on me? I feel like sometimes it's not always best to speak up because of fear of what might happen. I have spoken up about things, and sometimes there were bad things about speaking up. However, there are also things that I have kept quiet about and I regret it. All I know is it is hard to speak up, and I have always wished I had a voice to.
Thanks for reading! Leave a comment below and tell me what you think. I would also love to hear any suggestions or requests on what I should blog next.
As always,
Lisa :)
I went to the mall after school because I had to do something about my order that never came. I called customer service the other day, and the person told me that no order was made. It turns out the lady that helped me with my returns and exchanges never made the order for me. I ended up getting my money back on a gift card after what felt like 2 hours. I don't know why this errand took so long. Everyone makes mistakes, and I am no longer mad about it. I took the bus after that was done. Everything was going fine until some man got out of his original seat on the bus and sat down next to me. I'm not sure if he was drunk or something. He had a bottle of clear liquid that he kept on drinking. It could have been an alcoholic drink because of the way he was acting. It could have also just been water. Also, I didn't know this guy. I didn't know if that's how he just acts or if he has a mental disability. He was mumbling stuff. He was sitting all weird. I didn't know what to do because he would shift towards me and kind of lay on me. This happened multiple times. I was trying to read my book the whole time. I could feel his eyes on me or on my book. It felt like he was looking in my direction. I only looked over at him when I was about to get off the bus, and he was leaning on me a little. I looked over to see him sleeping. I looked straight ahead and saw this girl give me this look of like tell him to get off of you. However, I was so glad it was over when I got off the bus.
It's just my luck with crazy or mean bus drivers or bus drivers that can't drive. I've had so many of them this week. A bus driver screamed at a woman yesterday, and I think she didn't speak English. He was also so rude to other people. I could tell he ruined some girl's day the way he spoke to her about something. I was in for some crazy ride after I got off the first bus I took after I went to the mall. I got on the second bus I had to take when it arrived. The bus driver skipped so many stops where he was suppose to let people on. There were like four people on the bus including me, and public buses could hold more than four people. I think he wasn't stopping at stops where there were many people. He was speeding so much. He was running red lights. He was honking at cars for being too slow. Even if I didn't have my glasses, I could feel the crazy ride because of the way the bus moved. Some bus drivers just shouldn't be qualified to be bus drivers.
I was going to my cousin's house to get tutored for math. I ended up walking home because my cousin wasn't picking up his phone and I couldn't get in his house. It feels like I have been upset about some little things. I tried to breathe throughout today because at times today I felt myself heating up with anger. A bad day doesn't mean a bad life. It is just one day. Tomorrow is a new day. I have a math quiz tomorrow. I also get my report card tomorrow. I don't think I will be too happy with my report card grade. However, some people will say I did fine, but we could always strive for better. I should study for my math quiz after I am done writing this. I hope I can get a good grade on it. I think I am going to the museum with some people tomorrow. It's not going to be surprising if they cancel or something because that's what everyone does to me all the time. Sorry if this post is like super long! Anyway, do you think I should have said something to the man on the bus who was leaning on me? I feel like sometimes it's not always best to speak up because of fear of what might happen. I have spoken up about things, and sometimes there were bad things about speaking up. However, there are also things that I have kept quiet about and I regret it. All I know is it is hard to speak up, and I have always wished I had a voice to.
Thanks for reading! Leave a comment below and tell me what you think. I would also love to hear any suggestions or requests on what I should blog next.
As always,
Lisa :)
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