School Hassles: Bullying

Yep… bullying is now an issue at my school, and I am a victim. Today, someone was actually stupid enough to pick up a pen and throw it at my glasses at the ringing of the bell to change classes. He ran off of course..

There was an article about bullying in my school’s monthly newspaper for October 2010, and it was reported to be an issue, although it focused more on the day people were to wear purple to fight bullying of gays.

I have been to my AP’s office twice this year about bullying, however it was against a group of senior athletes. They have told her their side, which in a way was a counter to mine and true, but not after the second visit. The ones from today, however, were peers: sophomores.

I have a gut feeling that more than 50% of the people at my school are suffering from some form of depression, which upsets me. In my opinion, people who bully release their depression by way of jealousy, which causes fighting.

I escaped depression late last school year, and I don’t want to be a part of it again. As dismal as it may seem, it’s truth that the ones bullying myself are the ones jealous of a quality they lack but I don’t.

Some of these people are also in it for attention. Scratch that, ALL bullies are in for attention.

Bullying was never an issue for me last school year. Although the administration at my school is different this year, discipline has been increased at least for physical violence. I probably wasn’t bullied because of the factor I was in a depressive stage, but it cost me my grades as well, scraping by with D’s and C’s to be in the 10th grade.

Finally, I’m not just making this post for my school life: my family life is at a complicated status currently. My mom is a person who always assumes something will be 100% true prior to it actually occurring; she is also very exacting, too. Today, when I wanted to take a nap on our couch, she griped at me for “hogging” it because according to her if I had stayed on it, my dad would be in ‘her seat’ and she would remain standing, yet my dad wasn’t even home! I get full blame of her yelling at me, too. >_>

In conclusion, bullying is an issue that is already known of, but it shouldn’t have to be exerted upon to people that are innocent. Obviously I went wrong making verbal expressions that were’t nice as a reflector, but if I haven’t caused harm to you, don’t place a target on me and throw your darts. I may be your size, but I am not the person you should be messing with. All it does is cause more trouble to yourself than humor.

Back of the Bus.. Torture Galore >_>

Wednesday, October 20, 2010
3:10 PM ET

Today was a day of pain afterschool. Let’s say it involved drama. Discretion is adviced if you hate drama.

I was getting on my bus today, and of course, my seat is taken by a freshman with a lunch box, a trombone, and a heavy book bag. The next closest seat empty was #6, which is out of 12 available.

It was misery as I could not censored stand the people back there… I don’t mean one bit to sound racist in all, but you can tell where this will go.

A girl was up out of her seat socializing with her sack of books in the seat. Two more come to the seat doing the same as me, searching for a seat that was empty. They politely moved the sack elsewhere as it was wasting room, and then the girl who was up started verbally fighting. Let’s quote the lines said:

• Move you censored!
•Get your censored censored out of my seat!

The two who took over the seat were white, a girl and a guy, while the one who was supposedly doing a “Rosa Parks” 21st century-style (cursing) was African American.

That’s to begin it. The rest was a noisemaker! It’s typical everyday for female African Americans at my school to cause drama for attention, so they always shout on the bus.. It annoys the censored outta me from even the first seat! Is it culture to why they do this? All others were just quiet and talked at a normal volume…

Rollercoaster Ride, a poem of sorrow

When you want to be bright,
but your parents don’t think it’s right,
Something is up.

When something is up,
but it doesn’t seem tough,
Everything is down.

When a child goes down,
what light yonder hits town to them?

This is I, the chosen one.
My parents hate it when they can’t have fun.
Fun to them is depression too me,
but to them arguments all are a breeze.

Disfaction is guarunteed,
when a child can’t feed to light.
The light is hungry, but evil lingers.
And doth evil gains, thus light becomes sorrow.

Here I try to defeat thy evil,
thou thus fear never opens,
and may light be seen soon enough,
when the chosen one is beyond tough.

The above poem was composed by yours truly no less than 15 minutes prior to this post. Its a shame of how i have to live for 2.5 more years with harshness and darkness inside my parents who cannot seem to make me happy and never listen to my thoughts of how i feel towards them.

A Beautiful Day Ruined at wakeup…

This morning when I went to talk to my mother, she had asked for me to go grab my backpack so we could clean it out for school.

When I brought it to her she was wanting for the binders to be cleared, but then thought it was stupid for me to ask a simple “why”.

She then started yelling at me like I was the problem and not her yet did I yell first? No. How am I supposed to already know how she wants things to be done and not know? Am I psychic?

She then asked me to get out of her sight and I havent even been out of bed for less than 10 minutes and was telling me that I woke up in a foul mood. Wow. If I woke up in a foul mood, then perhaps maybe I would have thrown a shout at her? Maybe not. Although it could have been my fault for not liking “her way” of sorting things that get thrown out, she needed to have realized that I just woke up…

I go in to see my psychologist tomorrow afternoon and from now on I am probably going to keep a memo of when my mom has these outbursts for nothing. It gets on my nerves, and my dad is getting tired of her doing the same to him.

PS: For any TWC Today members constantly active, could you apply any of those actions to the one who got banned in late June? I wont mention names to prevent attacks at me. Patrick knows the comparison already.

Week Two of FiOS Internet – A Review

Last weekend, we upgraded from DSL to FiOS after 8 years of slow service >_>

I am satisfied with what I have now, although Im gonna list pros and cons

Pros:
Faster internet
Less dropping
You can still surf fine while uploading even a gigabyte of stuff
More bandwidth available for wireless

Cons:
In XP and Server 2003, Firefox and IE cannot support its full speeds. That can be bypassed in Chrome
Speeds vary depending on computer speed and distance to the modem
IPs are harder to change

So yeah Im satisfied Im too obsessed, Ive done 100 speed tests

IntelliSTAR Emulation is almost done!

Yes it is

This is not related to the IntelliSTAR slides I’ve been working on, but rather a downgrade and an animation project. It is based on the IntelliSTAR version after the Bringing Weather to Life relaunch with the old XL icons, with some images placed in from today’s IntelliSTAR provided to the fact the images used in the BWTL era were not provided to me.

The LDL has some stuff to do in Photoshop then I need to work on the animations of the traffic slide to be included.

I’m going to use a 1:00 flavor, however the lineup will be messed up with one I like, including the traffic flow screen. I animated a little ad bug for the upper-right hand corner and created the closest buzzing sound in Audacity.

I can’t wait to finish it. Here’s a preview.

Realgam Tower’s Tune. It’s Fascination.

This morning, when I went to Youtube, I decided to look up music of Pokémon Colosseum. Never did I know I would find the music pieces to be over 2 minutes in legnth.

I was listening and sampling until I found my joy: this.

That is probably the most spectacular song in any Pokémon game I could listen to over and over without being annoyed. It isn’t very repetitive and makes me think I’m on a vacation.

Of course I listen to Trammell Starks when I go to bed, but whenever I’m awake, Pokémon is usually consistently on my mind, especially its music. I’ve only been playing the portable RPG’s recently, until just yesterday.

I turn on my Gamecube to Pokémon XD: Gale of Darkness and the first place I head to is Realgam Tower. Its music is so soothing it’s almost like I’m addicted to it.

I listened to the video recording like over 10 times today that it cannot escape my head. It will go away eventually but it’s going to be around my mind for quite a long while now that I know it’s on Youtube.

Slowly Recovering…

I’m recovering.. Yep.. But my pain isn’t. >_<

I still feel normal if I don't scream, shout, or bend over, but it's my appetite bringing my jealousy.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but then again, it could have been worse if I was awake while the operation was occurring.

I cannot use straws yet; I have stitches in my lower-jaw, and some lip pain. Oh well, I'll live.

Now for Wednesday's story: When I woke up out of anesthesia, my lower-jaw was so swolen, I could bite my lower lip and it would feel like a balloon that would never pop. I couldn't speak, I was bleeding continuously and I could barely eat and or drink. I had mashed potatoes courtesy of KFC. I was still awake until about 4:30 PM when I've been talking to Ana on my laptop over AIM. I fell down completely at 5:30 and my parents later shut me down at 9 PM. When they woke me for my medicine at 9 PM, my jaw was unswolen. I slept peacefully.

Thursday: I wake up in pain. Still on a limited diet I was talking more. By noon, I was hearing all pitches excluding voices like they were an instrument out of tune. I was an unhappy camper. I started antibiotics that day, too.

Friday: Almost there.. Jaw hurts and pitches low. All else, I'm me.

Saturday: we get the point…

So, I'm almost me again 100%. Can't wait for the stitches to dissolve so I can eat normal again and be me.

The Big Day is 7/21/2010! – Wisdom Teeth Removal

Today, as i stil lonely typing this blog post listening to Pokémon gaming music on Youtube, I think about my surgery for tomorrow. I have been advertising all over Facebook, Twitter, Myspace, TWC Today, AIM, etc. about the surgery.

I’ve been spending a lot of my time up and relaxed so I can just enjoy it while it lasts. I will likely be in bed 24 hours from now.

What’s gonna stress me the most from this is the fact that I have to put pressure on gauze for 3-4 hours and replace them 30 minutes and that 2 days after the surgery my mouth will be swolen. Ohhh the pain. -_-

From what I hear, the pain isn’t going to sound as bad as it’s being expressed, and I hope so because I am a person who cannot tolerate pain.

Return of Anger?

I know many people who have talked to me, more over AIM, have noticed a lot of changes in the way I have been acting. I haven’t been online as much, especially on Facebook. Patrick helped me out a lot with my anger and depression, but I dunno if it’s going to return because the main fuel has returned into my main life: my brother.

My brother had a girlfriend, who was a fiance, who had gotten pregnant, and whom planned to get married with him on July 31st, had pretty much been erased from his mind.

They once broke up before, but got back together really quickly and were happy when they got back together. We had Thanksgiving dinner with his girlfriend in 2009 and I enjoyed it quite well.

My brother is almost, if not, always sarcastic to me and I can’t handle sarcasm all the time. Around the time he moved out was when I noticed the emotion changes that live inside of me.

He came back Wednesday night upset that he couldn’t handle living with his girlfriend. She was always angry at him expecting him to be perfect. My mother told my brother that she doesn’t get angry by herself, but has to be getting fueled by someone else in her life.

Today, he kept receiving phone calls from her because she wants to continue to be with him. Constant shouting has been going on and it’s been making me think “oh no, oh no, oh no” in my head. My mom has shut my door so I don’t hear any of my brother’s anger and so I don’t start yelling back because the anger he’s spreading towards my mom doesn’t come into me.