Teacher’s Pet
I hate those kids that are perfectly good, sweet, and nice towards the teacher. It’s annoying and nobody likes a goody goody. Then the teacher picks them for everything, and they always get the best grades.
People Misunderstanding A Circumstance
Don’t try to make me feel bad about not going somewhere. I don’t feel well, so leave me alone. You are misunderstanding what’s going on, so stop acting like a jerk about it and quit playing “poor meâ€.
When You See People You Know When You Look Gross
I hate when I bump into someone I know when I just threw on sweatpants and a t-shirt and put my hair in a ponytail.
Young People Dying
I hate older people dying too, but you expect that somewhat. When children and teens die in tragic ways it’s unexpected. A classmate I knew recently died in an accident. You don’t realize how sad it is until you know the person. To all the people who have lost a child, I am so very sorry.
When People Say I’m Mean
The look on my face is my natural face, and the way I talk is just the way I talk, so I’m sorry for being me.
When People Speak About Me in a Different language
I don’t know what they’re saying but I can tell they’re talking about me because a few minutes ago they were speaking English. If you’re going to say something rude, say it to my face.
Nightmares
I hate when I’m having a nightmare, because everything feels so real. When someone shoots or stabs you, you think you actually feel it, so you do. When you try to wake up, you think you’re waking up, but you’re actually still dreaming. So you “go back to sleep†and find yourself in the same nightmare again.
When Teachers Sit You with Weirdos
My teacher is nice but strict. She puts our desks in groups and I sit beside some of the most annoying people in class. One likes to make weird noises, stares at you, and is just plain gross. Another is rude, and back talks every word you say and sometimes I wanna just get up and walk out of class. A third is a nice boy but is just a plain old trouble maker.
Cars
I hate when I’m driving in the car and I really think about how much we’re polluting the earth.
How My Dad Breathes Really Loud
I just woke up to him… breathing. And he’s all the way across the room. Somebody explain this to me.