When I was younger, I had a heart murmur that worried the doctors. So whenever I had to go to the orthodontist to get my braces worked on, I had to take antibiotics before the visit, to remove the possibility of bacteria entering my bloodstream through my mouth.
In this journal entry, I’m not sure if I was referring to myself throwing up from period pain or from the pre-medication antibiotics for my next dental appointment, because my period was happening around this time, too.
Mr. Abdo (the principal) gave us all a speech on how he wants to make this prison a better place. Here’s some of the things he mentioned:
- “No kissing or hugging in the halls or you get reported to the office.” I suppose we’re supposed to knife each other instead!
- “Don’t wear coats, gloves, jackets, sunglasses, gloves, scarfs, etc to class.” Okay, but why don’t you try turning on the heat!!!
- “No more going to the bathroom ever, unless you have a pass!” What if I throw up again?? What if my teacher won’t let me go and I leave anyway??
I swear, this school is a prison. I mean, even the teachers complain! We have special names like if you skip some of your classes you’re A.W.O.L! Yeah, and if you get a couple days off or a vacation, you’re on Parol!! Yeah!
Well, I gotta go now. There’s about 2 minutes to the bell.
I might write 4th hour.