I hated HS

There was my high school day in hell, except I actually lived it. You wake up with the sun shining in through your blinds and you're thinking it's kind of bright to be six in the morning. You check your phone. It's 830. School started at 8am.

You are officially late. You say it's fine. The school doesn't really call parents when you're late anyways, as long as I get there before lunch. You hurry, get ready, head to school and you're hitting every single red light. It's already past lunch at this point. You say, it's okay, I'm just gonna stop at Sonic since I'm already late. It's fine, my mom will never know. You get your Dr. Pepper and Corn Dog from Sonic and it is a good day and then your phone starts

ringing. It's your mom telling you she knows you're not at school and you are officially grounded when you get home. But it's okay, you're still gonna go to school and try to have a good day. You get to school pretty late, but it's fine. You go to class anyways, you get in class, and the guys in your class start making fun of your acne. The acne that you cried yourself to sleep about the night before and were already on Accutane for and you were very well aware that it was bad. You try to ignore them. They tell you that your new nickname is pepperoni face. It's okay. You're just gonna ignore them. We'll cry at home later, but we can't let them know they're bothering me.

That class finally ends. I'm so excited that that class is done. I go to my next class, and I hear a rumor is going around about me. What is said rumor people are spreading about you? That you have herpes. Why would someone say that about me? Because you are on Accutane and your lips were really dry and you've always had naturally very full lips.

Even though you've never had a cold sore in your life, everyone's saying you have herpes. Another class clown of a guy in my class asked my teacher if he can move seats because he doesn't want to sit by me because he's scared I'm going to give him the herpes I don't have. You sit there thinking to yourself that the highlight of your day is that this day possibly could not get any worse and then your teacher's phone rings. They need Nova in the office. Okay it's probably about me not being on school on time. It's okay they're just gonna tell me not to do it again and I probably have to make up

those hours. This day still could possibly not get any worse. You walk in the office, everyone is staring at you. The principal calls you back to his office and he lets you know that you have been dress-coded because your outfit is out of the school dress code. You ask your principal if you can have a moment to call your mom to ask her to bring you clothes even though you were in fact not gonna ask her to bring you clothes because you knew that she was a school teacher and she would not be able to bring you clothes anyways. You call her. You are hysterically bawling your eyes out after the day you've had, begging her to please sign you out of school. She tells you no. She does

not understand how bad your day actually had been. You beg her and beg her and beg her. She finally says yes. You get home from school and you think, thank goodness my long bad day is finally over, but you forgot that you woke up late for school and were grounded when you got home so you still had to talk to your mom. and were grounded when you got home so you still had to talk to your mom. And that was my high school day in absolute hell.