Pedigrees are for Pets
Wednesday, January 23, 9:31 PM
I feel good. I didn't want to get back to school, but wow, I'm glad to be back. We had a sub in geometry, and we got to talk after copying down 5.5-5.6 notes. Nice, then in biology we changed seatings. Our new unit is on genetics. Now, I'm not bad on that but the lame assignments always are a hassle. It's usually on family pedigrees, trees and what not. I never have anything to put on. That feels so crappy, genetics could be a fun subject, but family related assignments get me no where. I truely remember watching old game shows like Family Feud, where they had the whole family participating in the events. I'd secretly wish that our family could be as close, even as weird as those families were. I minimize the contact I have with family members; I don't talk to them and they don't talk to me. Really, people tell me to try to bond with them, but why is it worth it anymore? We aren't even genetically related. Ah...How can I explain this? And in class, I felt the abandonment and lonliness as I did in early school years.
During kindergarden, I had Miss Sandy's class. I remember her dearly, there were countless good times being in her classroom. Most of the students were nice, I had a best friend Doan-Trang. I told you we found each other again, after 10 years apart, but that's a different story. We were doing making Mother's Day cards. I couldn't participate. Yeah, some people don't have a father figure in their life, but I had no mom. Kids in class couldn't really relate to me. I felt alienated, not because of race, not because of social class, because what I didn't have. Miss Sandy didn't know what to say at first, but she suggested that I wrote a card for my aunt or someone. Throughout school, I dread doing family trees. I dread writing about how my family celebrate holidays. Because, in short, we don't.
After the little incident in biology, life went on. I stopped the tears. Celia showed me empathy; no one made a big fuss over me. Class was over, and lunch was spent in a Journalism meeting. I finished Of Mice and Men in Miss Clement's class. I get a lot done in that class, but I learn so little. After school, was a short meeting. Chris seemed to have a chip on a shoulder, but it's just a phase. His little act was useless, he couldn't keep from smiling in little moments when Isabelle made us laugh. He's no dictator. His definition of an authority figure is a little guy who never smiles. Smiling isn't a sign of weakness all the time (maybe submissiveness in chimps and apes). His bravado makes me laugh, rather than annoying me. I like getting on his bad side, I've been doing a good job. With other people, I'd be afraid to get them mad, but with Chris, I don't mind at all. Wow, but in the beginning of the schoolyear, it wasn't this way. Things could've gone so much differently, but I've done good for freshman year.
So Louie brings in the nachos Danh got me, and I handed it to Cyrus. Then a barrage of people gather, hahah. I'd knew it, and Chris wanted people to put in their email to his laptop. Work was done soon enough, today was more of a adjustment day than a productive day. I'm fine with that. People left for better things, however some of us stayed in Mr. Dee's room until he told us to shoo. At the parking lot, I was happy with the sight of familiar faces. I chatted up people, but after an hour or so, my hands turned as purple as Annie. Annie's sweet, she doesn't diss cheerleaders. She told me she saw me cheering in Sports Bay Area, from last week's basketball game. How awesome. I was cold, I saw freestyle practicing in the cafeteria. Cheer was cancelled, but Maria was waiting. I asked her to come in, and we talked and watched the boys dance. Long comes in, MUN Talent Show cancelled! Wow, just after I invited Maria to attend. It's still okay though, Maria's brother gave us a ride home. I ate sweet and sour pork after getting home. That's my day.
