Attending Hell

Hello Everyone,

I figured that Alyssa and I had been working on our series for a while now so I wanted to write a post about something else.

School has been very busy for both of us.  Being seniors, we have school and college preps and extra circulars and sports and clubs. Blogging just has to come second most days, if even at all. I'm sure that most of you can understand that one though.

But something else happened to me today, something that could happen to any introvert. (Or any person really)

I needed to be checked out of school at 1:30 to go to an appointment.  I went to the attendance and had it all worked out so that she would call me down a few minutes before to sign out.

So I went all day enjoying the fact that I would get out of Spanish 40 minutes early. I am sure that everyone has had that feeling, the joy of knowing you will get to skip out of a room filled with kids working their fingers to death. You, feeling the brisk air on your walk into freedom....

1:25 came around and no call.  My teacher knew I needed to leave so she asked if I wanted a pass to go.  I said I would wait for the call.

1:30 came and no call.  My teacher offered another pass, but I again I said I could wait.

1:35 came and no call.  My teacher didn't even ask but just slipped me the pass in a silent agreement that my swagger of joy would now just be a quiet meander of shame. No call means no bragging.

I arrived to the office and she was on the phone. She, the woman who held the fate of my release in her hands, or on her desk I guess.

I waited till 1:40 for her to get off the phone.  Just stood there feeling like nothing.

When she did put the phone down, she looked me in the eyes and in the most annoyed, demeaning voice I have ever heard said," I didn't call you yet."

"My teacher sent me." That was it. no more words. I could feel the hate coming from her eyes.

She tore the pass from her desk and threw it at me.  I had to grab at it before it hit the ground.  Then I was running.  No skips of joy for me, but instead sprinting for my life.

I just cannot believe some people.....

Well I hoped you enjoyed another humorous story in the life of me, all I can do is say at least my life is better than someone who finds joy in torturing kids.

Love,
Amanda