So I was sick all day yesterday.
Ten minutes into seminary and I knew that school was out of the question.
So I missed all day Monday, and I'll also miss all day Friday for my Grandpa's funeral
(post to come)
If you can recall from the first installment of High School Horrors, my schedule this year is not one that allows many absent days.
So missing school today (Tuesday) was not an option.
My mom convinced me to sleep through A hour so I started my day off with Trig.
I'm taking a quiz and suddenly
all Hell begins to break loose in my body again.
I hastily ask if I can step outside and begin gagging and coughing.
Gagging and coughing inevitably lead to throwing up what little I had in my stomach.
And who happens to mosey on over about this time???
None other than Mr. Gates.
The foxy assistant principal on whom I have a HUGE crush.
"Natalie?"
BLAST him for knowing my name!
"Are you okay?"
"Y-y-yes, I'm fine.
"You need to go to the nurse."
"No really I can't go home I can't miss any more sch-
*insert vomiting noise here*
Yeah. Real convincing Nat.
"I'll call you in to the nurse."
Can I just say that I HATE school nurses??
It's like they're purposely mean so you won't come back!
So anywho, after getting my stuff and trying to ignore the stares I slowly make my way to the nurses office where she proceeds to snap at me and make me feel about two inches tall.
After taking my temperature (which was only about a 97) and listening to my sob story about not missing school, she orders me to lie down until second hour.
So all day long I meander around feeling like a truck ran over me 87 times.
In Anatomy, my pregnant teacher made me feel like a leper that was going to contaminate the world.
In choir, due to my not having a voice, I sat there like an idiotic mute.
All in all, not one of my greatest days at Westwood.