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I want to hear “I got plans. Go get ready.” Not no “Up to you” or “Idk”.

tiannasdfghjkl:

lzbthtaylor:

s2alison:

forever reblog until this happens lol

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“Idk, up to you” actually -______-

MHMM.

(Source: breeology)

kimluvzcats:

me: have you read the hunger games? 

jacob: no, I thought hunger games were games they played in africa or something 

Decisions. Choices. Life.

I feel so jumbled up right now.
I’m confused.

I am presented with choices.
Basically, I either stay in the fire and get 10% OR get into another fire without 10%.
Either way, I will go to school and I will cry EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

I will be miserable EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
And do you know what I blame?
I blame everything.

First, I blame myself.
I am very self conflicted. I want the 10%, oh of course. Top 10 is a goal.
BUT, that teacher is just so bad. She doesn’t TEACH. There’s no power of drilling information into the head. She basically just reads the notes she tells us to copy down, WHILE we’re copying down, making it impossible to actually understand her ‘discussion.’

But guess what? There’s a way out.
This is where I blame admin. Specifically, Mr. Finona.
 He gives me two options.
STAY. Stay and suffer. PLUS, sign a CONTRACT.
A contract basically saying “I will not fight with Ms.Heisel.”
OR, leave.
Leave and don’t get the 10%.
Leave and lose your good Algebra II class.
Leave and change your schedule to have 2 math classes.
Leave and get Mr.Mann, the other teacher everyone says you should NOT take.

Oh NO! I’m sorry. This man has the NERVE to give me a 3rd option.
Drop the fuck out and transfer to private school.
Yup.

Of course, I didn’t like any of the options given to me.
So, I tried to make my own. See a way so my life wouldn’t be so hard.
Now, Ms.Perez, our counselor, fought and fought for me. 
She fought for the schedule that fit everyone’s desires.
OH NO. OH BUT FUCKING, NOOOOO!!

Mr. Finona took this OFFENSIVE.
He questions why I ‘went behind his back’ blah blah blah.
‘If she really wanted to get out of that class, she’d take this option.”
…Are you trying to HELP us or KILL us?

YOU. ARE. POWER. TRIPPIN.

But you see, it’s not over.
I CAN get the schedule I want.
It takes a simple phone call. A simple meeting with the head.
The boss.
The MAN.
The principal.

But the thing is, even the option I am providing for myself is…difficult.
I am take TWO DAMN MATH CLASSES.
Yes, it’s okay. I can handle it. I have one on a 123 and the other on a 456.
There’s BALANCE.
But the way I’m working around my options is to have BOTH on the SAME day.
Which, I don’t think I can handle. I don’t think I can manage.
I’d really have to work my butt off.
But honestly, is that…worth it? Is it worth not having Ms.Hellsel?

Sometimes, I think..Yes. Yes it is. Ms.Heisel is unbearable.
Sometimes I think…No. No it’s not. Math is already a lot of work.
I’d say math classes have the most work.
And two of that? In one day? Can someone say STRESS?

Ultimate issue.
Happiness. Morals. Rights.
OR
Suffer. Goals. Bow down.

I can be happy. I can be rid of her class. I can be rid of HER.
But, I’ll lose the 10%. I’ll lose the top 10. 
In the end, I will have shown I have stood up for myself.
I will have shown this power trippin’ man can’t get in my way.
I will have shown so much more than I think I will.

I can suffer. I can be sad. I can be miserable. I can cry EVERY SINGLE DAY.
But I would get the 10%. My chance of top 10 increases.
But I will have to bow down. Give in. Lose. 
Overall, I will just look like a stubborn whiney student who can’t handle obstacles. Who can’t suck it up. Who fought and did all THIS for NOTHING.

Either way, I’ll gain some type of happiness.
Yet, I’ll lose some type of happiness.

What do you do?
What do I do?