when u get angry at someone u wanna get back them so bad. the kind that wouldn't be forgotten easily huh. you wanna fuckin ruin their freakin lives just because they pissed the hell out of u.

well...for starters i hate them counselors at my school. this occured september of 1999. i was at the graduation practice. enjoying my success that i'm gonna finally graduate. a dream come true. but when principal *idunnohisname* approached me, it all changed to a frightfull nightmare. the one's that u would be afraid to sleep on again. the kind that would make u not sleep for the rest of the night. so there i was talkin to him. i wasn't the only one with problems on graduating. there was 5 of us. when he finally got to me i saw in his face that i wouldn't make it. he told me that im still 5 freakin credits short on my english credits. i got really mad and began hitting him. i grabbed his hair n started beating the crap out of him. n stabbing him with his pen until there's nowher to stab. with all the beating n stabbing he's still breathing so i decided to beat him some more until i was tired n all the people saw us n started gathering around us.... o wait... ehehe.. my bad. that didn't really happen... sorry , reflexes...ehehe. so anyways.. we talked for quite a while n he took my cap n gown which i'm already holding n very proud of. n he took it all just like that. i wasn't deviously angry at him but at my freakin counselor. she told me that i'll be makin it n that i don't have anything to worry about. but sadly there was some kind of mistake. kind of !?!?! she surely made a fuckin mistake! oh.. pardon me. flashbacks makes me recall those moments of anger. so there i was talkin to a different counselor (ms. montes) because my so called "counselor" was not available for the moment. so she explained to me that i wouldn't make it for the second time. my viens were all showing but i stayed calm. for one thing it's not her fault i'm talkin to her bout this. now, here comes another counselor (ms. rutherford) to the rescue. nah, she's just like one of em. trying to make u feel better when u know urself it's not gonna be alright. fuckin hipocrites! they're not helping at all!

yep, i finally accepted that i wasn't gonna be able grad. for that 5 fukin credits. so i went home popped up the bad news to my parents. they were understanding parents. they didn't do much. i just didn't get almost hit by the remote control. or worst it would've been the table if he's strong enough. but they took it as responsible adults. o, did i mention that i still had the party that night eventhough it's all screwed up. it's kinda pre graduation party. eventhough i was down n out that day. i was enjoying myself with mah best buds. wut the heck am i gonna do ? cry myself out ? hell noh ! so i followed the advice of ms. montes that i should go to adult ed. and finish my 5 freakin credits. so there i was trying to earn my 5 freakin credits. for 3 months i finally finished it. yes! all is well n done. now i don't have to worry about that 5 freakin credits. all i have to worry bout it where am i gonna go, what the hell imma do with my life.

lookin back i realized that i didn't hate them counselors. i hated myself for not doin a damn well job in high school. she's not the one responsible for the things that happened to me that day. it was my fault that i didn't make it on time. my irresponsibility was the reason.