I thought today would be a great day. Not! Well, not that much, anyway.

I started the day off with an argument with my sister. She wanted to wear my socks to school because she couldn't find hers, and that pissed me off. If there's anything I hate, it's when people use my stuff without permission. So after much screaming and yelling (at five-thirty in the morning!), I won the argument and my sister marched huffily to find her own pair of socks. Stupid argument, I know, but I've got a short fuse and little things like that really piss me off.

Second, I forgot to wear my ID to school. Shoot! And Monday is General Inspection Day--the day the senior officers inspect the students to see if they have long nails, heeled shoes or no IDs. They didn't notice my long nails but they did notice that I had no ID; it was very damn obvious. So I signed my name and walked to class, relieved that it was all over. Or so I thought.

Right in the middle of Homeroom, Kristel and Michelle went to our classroom, spoke with the teacher for awhile, then said, "Lauryn, you're wanted at the office of the Dean of Discipline." And I knew that at that point, my rebellion days were over.

I was obviously knee-deep in shit this time. See, when students break small rules, they usually get sent to the Guidance Office, where they receive a big-time lecture from the guidance counsellors. But when students commit big offenses, such as smoking, etc., you get called to the office of the Dean of Discipline (DOD). As I made my way out of my classroom to her office, my heart was beating so fast, I thought it would come out of my nostrils. What could I have possibly done wrong, aside from wearing nail polish, heeled shoes, long nails and black bras? Those aren't major offenses, are they? Could the DOD have discovered that I have been writing an online journal with cusswords in it?

After much thought, I finally figured out why I was sent to her office. See, last Friday was Club Activity Day. I am a member of the Sports Club, and since I had no idea where our club meeting was going to be held because our club president is an ahole, I joined my friends in the Social Sciences and Media Club instead. I had known that this was cutting classes which was against the rules, but then so many kids weren't attending their clubs and hiding in vacant classrooms I thought I would get away with it too. But I wasn't playing hookie; it's not like I ditched school to go to the mall or something. I had joined another club's meeting and I actually learned something from it (were having a symposium about first aid and rescues--I could actually save someone's life because of it) so I can't possibly be in very big trouble, can I?

Well I did get away with it, a little. All I have to do is write an explanation for why I wasn't at my club, which has to be signed by my parents, to be given on Wednesday. After that, I have to talk to my club moderator about it. If that's all I have to do, fine, but if that DOD makes me do like a public apology or something, I swear, I will burn the school down. Besides, it's so unfair that I would be in so much trouble and the other kids who were hiding out in the classrooms weren't even caught. I wonder if this will count as a record. Damnit, I was hoping to keep my record clean so I could have a good chance of getting in Stephen's school. Too late for that one now. Oh well, I guess all I can do is just pray for the best.