Today I went to school, not sure if my case worker was picking me up for therapy, or if I was having it or anything. So I get a pass sent to my english class, and I told my teacher that I may not be leaving, I may just have to let her know my counselor is def. not coming due to a death in the family, which I learned about from my teachers, since they had to cancel our after school meeting tomorrow.
My teacher seemed happy about that, she said so you may not be leaving? And I was happy to tell her I may not be. I'm in enough trouble with how much I have to leave school, allready. So, a different counselor has shown up, and she drove me to see my new therapist. She was very nice.
Also, I was kind of proud of myself in the morning. There was a girl that was sitting behind me, and I heard someone ask her what was wrong, so I turned around to find out why. She was crying, and dabbing at some blood on her bottom lip. To make a long story kind of short, all of the people who were listening to what happened, including myself, wasn't able to believe all she said, yet, two black girls started attacking her ina way, they were like, what color do you think he was? She said, I don't know, maybe black, and they were acting like they were going to beat the shit out of her for that, and yet, I didn't believe her, but I was objective, I listened, cared, showed her compassion, because even though at least all of what she said couldn't have possibly been true, there was something that was making her lie, a need for attention, maybe, and something that hurt her enough to cry. Also, she was physically hurt, wheter it happened the way she said it did or not. I was the one who explained to our teacher why she was upset, and my teacher had her go to security. People can depend on me, and you can't take it personally and get all mad yourself when you're the one who is sking why someone is crying, even if you are positive that they are lying to you. When they got all pissed and started on her for saying it was maybe a black person, I wanted to say, well, you asked her. I guess if she said it was a white person they would've just laughed, and besides, they were like instigating something. All I did say was to the girl, they think you're making predjudice remarks because she didn't seem to catch on. Then that got the crying girl to start defending herself, because she got scared. I was pissed at the girls who were just trying to start something, not at the girl for lying. My teacher thanked me for helping out so much, since she couldn't do much while teaching. I was just glad to be there for the girl when obviously none of the others could possibly have enough heart to be there.
I have to go somewhere for my gov. project very soon, but I'll update and add what the crying girl told me that happened, and also why my tittle is what it is. Take care for now!
Hi! I finally have a chance to update now. The girl that was crying told me that on the way up the stairs to come to our first class late, she got stabbed by someone with a coat on and a ski mask and that he has been threatening her and her little sister in their neighborhood, she changed her story around a lot, like said she couldn't tell who it was, it all happened so fast, then she recognized that it was a guy (black) that she knew lived in their neighborhood. I don't remember if I wrote this, but she couldn't possibly have gotten stabbed in her lip, the way it was cut, it looked like she was chewing on the corner of her lip too much, and it wasn't at the corner, it was like right by the corner on her bottom lip. She tols me that they were looking for the guy she described ater on when she finally came back to school. She even waited for a security guard to come up and get her so she would be protected. I can't understand why people lie so much. My one friend I used to have had a learning disability and she also had an IEP which means she had a special learning program at school, and she didn't seem like she was a little different from some of the other people at school, except that she lied constantly, also, about terrible things. Like, I may have written about some in the past, but she almost got my last foster mom in trouble that worked in the school, because she told someone that she took her in her office and raped her, and also she called the police one day and told them that we had a suicidal pact. No, I did not. I was pissed when the policeman came and talked to me about it. That is when being friends can endanger you in a way.
The tittle was about a question peope ask me a lot. "Do you think that counseling is helping you?" I say that now I'm not sure. And, why does it matter? In 4 months and 11 days I think, I will be 18. March 13. That is when I get to feel really independant and gown up and all, but most importantly, I get to move out, away from my mother. Maybe if my mom has been in counseling all this time, I would feel better, and helped. She is the main focus of all my problems, and I've proved that a lot while in foster care and stuff. I made stright a's last year, I had the cleanest room, I was happier, and then the last quater of last year was when I was living back with mom, I started making c's and stuff at school, and I was feeling bad again.
Ok, while I'm waiting to go out with someone, I will try and write another entry now. Take Care!!!
My teacher seemed happy about that, she said so you may not be leaving? And I was happy to tell her I may not be. I'm in enough trouble with how much I have to leave school, allready. So, a different counselor has shown up, and she drove me to see my new therapist. She was very nice.
Also, I was kind of proud of myself in the morning. There was a girl that was sitting behind me, and I heard someone ask her what was wrong, so I turned around to find out why. She was crying, and dabbing at some blood on her bottom lip. To make a long story kind of short, all of the people who were listening to what happened, including myself, wasn't able to believe all she said, yet, two black girls started attacking her ina way, they were like, what color do you think he was? She said, I don't know, maybe black, and they were acting like they were going to beat the shit out of her for that, and yet, I didn't believe her, but I was objective, I listened, cared, showed her compassion, because even though at least all of what she said couldn't have possibly been true, there was something that was making her lie, a need for attention, maybe, and something that hurt her enough to cry. Also, she was physically hurt, wheter it happened the way she said it did or not. I was the one who explained to our teacher why she was upset, and my teacher had her go to security. People can depend on me, and you can't take it personally and get all mad yourself when you're the one who is sking why someone is crying, even if you are positive that they are lying to you. When they got all pissed and started on her for saying it was maybe a black person, I wanted to say, well, you asked her. I guess if she said it was a white person they would've just laughed, and besides, they were like instigating something. All I did say was to the girl, they think you're making predjudice remarks because she didn't seem to catch on. Then that got the crying girl to start defending herself, because she got scared. I was pissed at the girls who were just trying to start something, not at the girl for lying. My teacher thanked me for helping out so much, since she couldn't do much while teaching. I was just glad to be there for the girl when obviously none of the others could possibly have enough heart to be there.
I have to go somewhere for my gov. project very soon, but I'll update and add what the crying girl told me that happened, and also why my tittle is what it is. Take care for now!
Hi! I finally have a chance to update now. The girl that was crying told me that on the way up the stairs to come to our first class late, she got stabbed by someone with a coat on and a ski mask and that he has been threatening her and her little sister in their neighborhood, she changed her story around a lot, like said she couldn't tell who it was, it all happened so fast, then she recognized that it was a guy (black) that she knew lived in their neighborhood. I don't remember if I wrote this, but she couldn't possibly have gotten stabbed in her lip, the way it was cut, it looked like she was chewing on the corner of her lip too much, and it wasn't at the corner, it was like right by the corner on her bottom lip. She tols me that they were looking for the guy she described ater on when she finally came back to school. She even waited for a security guard to come up and get her so she would be protected. I can't understand why people lie so much. My one friend I used to have had a learning disability and she also had an IEP which means she had a special learning program at school, and she didn't seem like she was a little different from some of the other people at school, except that she lied constantly, also, about terrible things. Like, I may have written about some in the past, but she almost got my last foster mom in trouble that worked in the school, because she told someone that she took her in her office and raped her, and also she called the police one day and told them that we had a suicidal pact. No, I did not. I was pissed when the policeman came and talked to me about it. That is when being friends can endanger you in a way.
The tittle was about a question peope ask me a lot. "Do you think that counseling is helping you?" I say that now I'm not sure. And, why does it matter? In 4 months and 11 days I think, I will be 18. March 13. That is when I get to feel really independant and gown up and all, but most importantly, I get to move out, away from my mother. Maybe if my mom has been in counseling all this time, I would feel better, and helped. She is the main focus of all my problems, and I've proved that a lot while in foster care and stuff. I made stright a's last year, I had the cleanest room, I was happier, and then the last quater of last year was when I was living back with mom, I started making c's and stuff at school, and I was feeling bad again.
Ok, while I'm waiting to go out with someone, I will try and write another entry now. Take Care!!!