And so... I begin my rant that has absolutely nothing to do with this picture.
Alright, at my school we take benchmarks, which is like a periodical test to see our improvment, and they're supposed to be extremely challenging. I got a 24/25 (which i later learnt that i could've had a 25/25 but i read the question wrong...) and that was the highest our of all my English teacher's classes. Keep in mind, that all of the people with the highest scores sit at my table... and that everyone else who scored lower than me got a high five, and i got a stare that probably meant that he was suspicious of me cheating.
Fast forward to earlier today: my friend and i are walking down the hallway.
Friend: Hey, Mr. *beep*, Megan cheated on her benchmark!
Me: *sarcastic* oh yeah...
Teacher: *long blank stare, that probably meant he was processing the idea in his teacher brain*
Me: I didnt really... ha... ha *runs away to my next class before he says anything else*
Then when i get into his class, he immediately tells me that he needs to speak to me. So okay, that wasnt a big deal. But then he pulls a chair up to his desk. And when a teacher pulls a chair to their desk for you to sit in, it's serious business.... SO he starts off by asking me on rather i wanted to go out into the hallway to talk about this or to stay where we were... I decided to stay where we were. So he begins to raddle off on a story about how people complained saying I was cheating and that i would have to go to the office to sort it out and yadda yadda...
Now keep in mind that this is some deep poop, and I am a major goody goody. I dont ever do anything bad, and I "rarely" ever cheat or anthing, so I was scared to death.
But he ends this rant with "I'm just kidding! Your friend put me up to it."
Everyone laughs. I get up, acting cool about it... telling my friend he was a jerk and everything. But I'm trying so hard not to cry, because I was seriously scared! And then I was so emabarrassed, when I got back to my seat, my friends asked me what was wrong and that I looked like I was about to cry.
Well... when someone says that, you lose it.
I started bawling, but laughing at the same time, so it didn't seem like I was completely miserable. But then the whole class stares, and I cry harder. My teacher comes over to apologize and express how guilty he felt, and I tried to comfort him over my sobs... It didn't work.
And to top it all off, I was preassigned, or sent to another class, in my last period, so I went in a room full of complete strangers looking a mess...
Over all, I don't want to show my face at school tomorrow...