September 15, 2005

             I got made fun of again by Billy today at school.  I was just minding my own business over in the corner of the playground when he came over and threw a kickball at my back.  When I turned to face him, there must have been eight other kids from my class standing there laughing at me.  I didn’t say anything hoping that if Ignored the situation that it would just “go away”.  It didn’t though.  Billy stood there for a good 5 minutes taunting me and chanting, “Weirdos just cannot be cool, lets all hope they’ll just leave school.”  Kind of a complex rhyme for the likes of Billy, he must have had help thinking it up.  I guess after a while the kids must have got tire of saying the same thing aver and over, so they just walked aver to the big seesaw we have near the swing sets.  I just sat there, placing rocks on the ground in patterns similar to patterns on the shirt of one of my few friends in the class, Mary.

October 1, 2005

              Today, after my dad picked me up from school, we stopped by his office on our way home because he had forgotten to pick up some files he needed to review before tomorrow.  He left me in his office while he looked for what he need in the file room.  As I was sitting there, I noticed his electronic pencil sharpener sitting on his desk.  I picked up a pencil and sharpened it.  While I sat there, grinding the pencil, I began to imagine how many people must have been injured every day by these machines.  I wondered when a person gets the pencil sharpened down to a nub, if they ever just continued pushing into the sharpener and accidentally let their finger slipped in there.  I imagined what a terrible idea this was and thought that if I threw out all the pencils my dad had in his office, that he would be safe from this situation.  If there were no pencils to sharpen, then my dad couldn’t have an accident with this machine.  When he walked into the office and saw me with all the pencils in his office in my hands and me going for the trash can, he gave me an odd look. I didn’t understand.  He just let me put them in the trash and walked me outside to the car.  On the way home, I told him why I threw his pencils away.  He didn’t say thank you or anything.