After my ERB Math exam I had nothing to do, so here’s what I used my scrap paper for…

Once again, here I am. Stuck in a classroom doing a test that not only it isn’t worth a grade but I also never get my results back. So, why should I be interested in doing my best when I can just normally answer the questions and randomly guess? Today is one of those days when I know I have so much to do when I get home that I don’t even want to think about it. Right now the only thing that is on my mind is Stephen King and a stupid dude from my dance class who I will mention later.
For my Reading Workshop Project I am doing Stephen King as the author I’m going to represent. Yesterday I saw some of his interviews on YouTube and he is simply amazing. He wrote an entire novel by hand and he has an amazing way of stating things! Not mentioning that he is and will always be (for me at least) the best author ever. Right now, I only wrote 1/10 of a page and my hand is already hurting, now imagine writing a book like this! Although he said that he prefers manuscripts because you actually have to think about each and every word you’re writing. Then the guy that was hosting the interview asked, “But what if you want to change the order of the paragraphs or rearrange something? It’s not as easy as a computer,” and Stephen King answered, “I don’t do that, it’s a story and there’s a sequence for each paragraph.” I could see that the other guy was nearly shocked, because Stephen King literally said that he doesn’t get it wrong, ever. That in the sense of rearranging paragraphs, of course he’ll change some words and edit his work later.
Now, changing topic to the stupid guy in my dance class. Since day 1 he started talking to me, and he’s the kind of guy everyone laughs at because even the way he walks is sloppy and awkward. Two classes ago he asked how old I was, he thought I was 17, and the whole class thought so too. When I said I was 15 he was shocked and he started doing some jokes about how young I am. Of course, at first I took it as a joke, but then he started to say random thing all the time just to offend me. Still, I didn’t take action, because I figured it was me who wasn’t “getting the joke”. But then he started to hit me, and punch my arm as if I were one of his dude friends. He even pulled my pony tail so hard it hurt my neck as my head was being pulled down. I could feel my right hand getting the strength to release all my anger on his face. But then again, I have a violent past, and I’ve been controlling myself ever since I punched a boy and he missed some days in school because of the bruises. Even with my new passive personality I couldn’t help but imagine the feel of the touch of my fist on his nose, and the sound of pain he would release in between some gasps of surprise. I even got to the part of blood oozing down his nostrils and then saying, “What part of stop didn’t you understand?” I know that anyone reading this might think that I’m a psycho and that I need professional help, but I don’t. I’ve been very successful in controlling my anger + force lately. But the guy is actually hitting me! And I will certainly not accept that! I’m just waiting for the next class, and if he continues doing it, I won’t hesitate to make it clear that I’m not the type of girl that will be submissive in such a way. Actually, the only reason I didn’t loose my temper this last class was because one of the guys started telling him to stop and how foolish he was being. I know violence is not the best way to deal with things, but it sure is the fastest. So, good luck for me and especially for him. I hope he stops doing it, and if he doesn’t, I hope I can get the right aim and force to hurt him on my first punch. (I’m in for a fight if it gets to it.) Now my ERB time is almost over and I guess I won’t have time to finish all my thoughts. You know one thing that’s funny? I never write on the blog when it comes tot he typing, but when I start writing something by hand I write a lot! I guess I’m like Stephen King in a way. Who knows? Although I don’t think anyone can be like him, he’s so unique, it’s like, he’s STEPHEN KING, and that’s it. I guess I’ll start a notebook with my posts instead of writing on my blog every 6 months. Maybe then the blog will be more updated.