Here, people, I'm ready to share something sad.
So guys, on Tuesday, I had a school problem. I was at school in a math/science classroom.
PROBLEM: At school, we were working on a science project and that caused something really bad. Our class was divided into groups. So when my group was working on what buildings we were gonna put on Mars as our own colony (science project), I gave the list to my group-mate. I'll call that group-mate "Boy 1". So when boy 1 saw me adding what buildings we're listing to put on Mars, he got upset. I told him don't erase it until I explain it then he could decide. But boy 1 kept saying "give it to me!"(not very loud) But I keep trying to tell him "look, don't erase it until you read it. Then another group started to "gang up" or protect him mentally. Most (maybe the whole) group told me to "give it back to him." Then one of them said, "If you don't give it back, you'll be a bully." That was said 2 times. Then someone in that group shoved the paper away. Then after a few seconds, I started to cry.
Therefore, if not the whole class saw me, the teacher took me out of the class. He said, "why are you sad/crying?" Then I responded, "I think I'm a bully." He said, "You're not a bully." So I told him I wanted to get mad at boy 1. But the teacher said, "Calm down and wait until you're ready."
So the counselor came eventually. When I and the counselor are in the counselor’s room, I took a seat. So the counselor asked a big question seconds later: Why are you sad? So I told her that I only have few REAL friends. A real friend helps you when times are green/bright and also during dark/bad times. And I explained all of why I cried. She said stuff about what to do.
When I got out, I went to lunch. my group said that they didn't erase anything. And boy 1 said "I read it" Later, my ELA (English Language Arts) and history teacher asked what happened. At home later, my mom was texted that to schedule a "504" plan. Then my mom instantly got upset at me after I used the bathroom. She had to talk about how a group works. And I didn't like how she said it. I refused to tell her what happened. So I had to tell dad.
When dad got home, my mom told dad in the eating table that there's a "504" plan scheduled. That got my dad upset and then mad later. He said that because I cry, I will be homeschooled for middle school. :( He says that I act stupid. :( :( He thinks that I'm childish. But I am smart tho. He said the F word to how smart I am and says I can't do simple life stuff like how to interact with other people. He told me that he even expects me to fail in life because I'm a 504. He said that most colleges won't accept 504s. He sometimes get angry especially in public at me when I do stupid things. He thinks I act stupid. He's tired of having to go to meetings ever since Kindergarten. I might be very judicious about when to get mad/angry and I'm not allowed to raise my voice. But simple mistakes like bumping into someone or seeking for approval don't deserve bad consequences. Only if you argue.
WEDNESDAY: Back at school, I told the 2nd class teacher about that night. He responds "No. You are definitely going to college. A 504 is a plan." Then I put my head down as I got in the classroom, till I got teachers attention. I told him the same thing. Teacher responds the same thing.
Later, my mom showed me this with her phone.
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There are many types of intelligence though.
Thursday: Told friends that. They decided to find ways for me to get me defensive. But offensive usually wins in an argument. They even believe that me being homeschooled is a bad idea.
Later, I was told that my dad is right because they think that negativity makes me do better in life. But I refused to believe them. They said that's the only way to help. But I said no again. They said that being told that you're F-bombed helps you. But I still don't believe it. This is a source. Reasons not to curse at your child. If you really want a child to be bold, you can't do that. Here's a source. Thinking Twice Before Punishing Your Child.
Friday: Started to work on that project again. At first I was scared but I go it together. A member of that other group said It's my fault about what I did. Later, I realized that what I said wasn't true. Minutes later, I told both teachers during rotation. I felt remorse and guilt. I felt like a psychopath because I lied on accident. I told that to the teacher. Minutes later, I was told I'm not a psychopath because there needs to be more to ea psychopath. Mistakes are FOR you. NOT to you.
So I'm not very certain about how my status is. But every day is a new day. New days, new opportunities. Wish you happy valentines day.
Definition of 504
