Eh, I'm not mad about it any more, but I figured I'd tell what happened today at school.

Well, at lunch, everything was normal. I had gotten done eating my sandwich (which was horribly messy for some reason) and had gone to throw away the tiny ziploc bag I had it in. I come back to see someone taking my chair to her table, which was also behind me. The first words I say are "Um, wow" and I tell her that it's my chair. She says "no it's my chair, it was my chair originally." I was still standing there with a look on my face which said "I had been using it, so noooo it's not." So she tells me to 'just take it.'

I did. I had been sitting in my chair doing what I usually do after I eat lunch: Draw. After awhile, I feel like something got thrown at me and hit my head. I disregard it, and continue to draw. Leaving the lunchroom when the bells rang, I hear people behind me laughing. I don't think much of it and just head to my class after lunch: math.

Two classes later, getting dressed at the end of P.E., someone tells me I had gum in my hair.

...

...Seriously? Was that bitch earlier that immature?

I'm sure it WAS her, but man. She looked like a senior, so she had to have been older than me. I'm surprised a 17-year-old would be that stupid and immature.

Anyway, that same someone that informed me of the gum in my hair took it out. She took a lot of it out, but told me I still had little pieces of it in my hair. Oy, I had walked around 2 classes with gum in my hair. For the rest of the day, I tuck my hair in the back of my shirt and hope it was low enough that no one would see it.

Does that sound like a good day to you?