School

They say you can do anything for a year. So for this year I’ve made the jump and went back to school. I’m studying esthetics and if everything goes according to plan…..I’ll be licensed in 3ish more months!!! I’ve been in school for 9 months now and it’s been a good amount of work.

And it has it’s moments where its fun. Other moments where I’d like nothing more than to drop the fuck out! They change the rules all the time. Its frustrating. Sometimes I feel like I should know more, but the senior students say they felt the same way and everything falls into place in the end.

But right now the hardest part is the other girls. Most of them I love to death, others I fin d just clueless, some are mean and some I don’t even know. But lets talk about the mean ones….so so so many girls call me weird and they say it in such a mean nasty way. I’ll be the first to say I’m different. They way I look with my dark hair and light skin and eyes (no one can guess my ethnicity lol). My humor is dark and dry and completely sarcastic. I always say whats on my mind (unless its mean I’ll keep my opinion to myself). But I guess because I speak my mind, my very strange thinking mind people think its okay to say whatever they want to me. And sometimes it is okay to tell me whatever you like, other times its really hurtful. Just yesterday I was sitting at lunch with some newer girls…one who had been a client before she started school. This girl I went out of my way to be nice to. Show her around, gave her tips about some teachers, introduced her to other students, and one day she had lost her wallet so I bought her lunch. But yesterday, I sit down take one bite of my sandwich and Tori says to me loudly for all to hear, “when I first met you I really liked you, but now you’re so weird I don’t want to be friends with you” um that came out of left field bitch!  After that comment I got up and left so I could eat later with my friends. I could tell she felt bad. They rest of the day she kept trying to give me high-fives, but I was over it.  That was just the last straw, I walk through the halls and that’s just what most people say “you’re so weird, you’re so weird, you’re so weird” ugh enough I got it, I get it I’m strange and you don’t get me. It just hurts when they say it in such a nasty way. It’s hard not fitting in especially when you’re the whisper in the halls.

My dad always says “they wake up and they have to be them, and you wake up and you get to be you.”  I’m lucky I’m me, I like me but some days its hard to be me.

Whatever I’m tried of bitching. Ill post later.

-Gray

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