Here is a two-day lasting problem. Let us begin, shall we?
Thursday:
It is the day after my 15th birthday, so I am all happy and merry. I was in an extremely good mood, which like never happens.
My school is a charter high school, 9th through 12th. We got a new kid in 9th grade, and he acts like is is in 6th or 7th grade. He talks crap about everyone, and everyone got mad at him, but nobody did anything about it, till he decided to insult me.
It was at lunch, so me and some other people decided to play a game called, "Wall Ball". Its where you throw a tennis ball at the wall. It bounces back, and someone has to try and catch it. If you try to do so and miss, next person to catch the ball gets to peg you with it unless you run to the wall in time.
I barely catch the ball with one hand, and the new kid says, "Wassup, fat<place situation related cuss word here>."
I throw the ball, asking, "What the <place situation related cuss word here> did you just call me!?"
He says, "You heard me, <place situation related cuss word here>. I called you fat<place situation related cuss word here>."
I take no time to think, and I punch him across the face, nearly knocking him down to the ground.
The computer teacher stopped the fight from continuing, but this problem seemed to carry on into a situation the next day.
Friday:
Started out as an average day. My friend and I talked about Pokemon and traded Pokemon cards through first and second hours. My third hour is computers, and my teacher is a real.. Lets not go into any more words here. But, still, I hate him.
He told the class to read something about the iPhone. Then, we got to play around with an iPhone simulator. Now, the computers are old and run on the dreadful browser of IE. So, the computer I was using was lagging continuously with the simulator. IE was PHAILing at the moment, so I tried to open up a couple more windows to see if it was running properly. The teacher tells me to stop MySpacing, when I wasn't doing anything of the sort. He tells me to walk up to his desk, so I do. He started yelling at me, and I couldn't even get a word in. Then he told me he was tired of my bull crap, tired of me never working in any of my classes, and the cheap shot I took. And I happen to be doing the best I can with my work.
I walk back to my desk, and whisper, "You want a cheap shot, I'll show you a cheap shot."
The rest of the day passed by rather quickly. But I am still mad, and after revenge on all this bull. So, I have multiple choices.
1. I can download a virus onto his computer via memory stick, which probably wouldn't happen.
2. I can tepee his house.
3. I can laugh at my friends attempt at doing that Soulja Boy dance.
4. Be a little goody good and put up with all this bull.
Any real suggestions people?