Internal Suspension

THIS BLOG ENTRY WAS ACTUALLY WRITTEN DURING MY STINT IN INTERNAL DETENTION:
please enjoy.

I cannot believe that I, out of all the drug dealers, whores and pot-heads in my school, am sitting in internal suspension. I am the girl that does extra credit in order to maintain a 106% average in health. ya that's me.

I do not know what it is about this year but I got my first detention, IS, and a referral all in the same semester. Maybe I am making up for 13 years of perfect behavior and teacher approval. who knows. All I am sure of is that I will never skip another class for the rest of my high school career. The whole 13 days of it.

Of course, me being the freak that I am, asked if this would affect my college acceptance, like if they would rescind my admission. The security guard, perched on his golf-cart laughed in response.
Okay, so maybe I was being a bit mellow dramatic but my face definitely changed ethnicity's when the guard walked in on my 2 friends and I skipping class. I went from a golden Cuban, to a white piece of loose-leaf paper. I was stumbling over my words and had no idea what to do, it was beyond horrible and super humiliating

So I just got back from the office of who I can only assume is the behavior specialist of our school. We all sat down shaking , well 2 of us were shaking, the other a cool and stronger girl was mouthing "soooo gay" to us. The first thing that came out of the "specialists" mouth was "you know that were going to have to arrest you now right?" Just like that. He didn't even glance up from his keyboard.
I seriously had a stroke. I did the arm test and everything. Mr. Specialist then went on to laugh as I allowed myself to breath.
The friend to my right looked as though a Dementor had sucked out his soul in one fluid motion and our more confident friend gasped "wooooow" in between a fit of laughter.

The rest of the meeting is a blur, all I remember is nervous laughter and us trying to make ourselves look as nerdy as possible. Looking back at that meeting that occurred 20 minutes ago, it was quite humorous.

So now here I sit, in a gross portable with a crying kid that refused to remove his hood and then mysteriously disappeared, another who asked for his one phone call. Seriously. My friend who is silently killing himself and the other who is calm reading a book. And I am writing this on a piece of paper, excited to share my traumatic experience with my 6 whole readers. FREEZING to death, because I think they lower the air as a torture device. Not because it's 95 degrees outside.


Anyway my hand is about to fall off. Hope you enjoy my misfortune.