Well, on Friday, there was a thing at school where several local musicians came and played. A couple of other schools came too. I wound up sitting in the front of the auditorium, up against the wall. All the musicians were standing on stage, waiting to introduce themselves. Before they started, while the principal was speaking, me, my friend, and my friend's friend were goofing of. My friend's friend said something, and I threw an empty water bottle at him. He threw it back. A teacher saw, and sent me and my friend's friend outside. He asked me why I threw it, and I said because he was making fun of me. But then I felt really bad for getting him in trouble, and so when the teacher came and asked again, I said I had no reason.
Now, that night, I just happened to have an extra curricular thing with said teacher. It went on until 10 (Yeah. I know). The other kid happens to be in the same club. When everyone left, the teacher told us (and 3 other kids that had done something wrong while at the meeting) to go grab our parents, and bring them in. Now, my dad's sitting in the car. IN HIS PAJAMAS. (See where this is going?) He has specifically told me that big consequences would happen if anything went wrong last week, since I had a lot of meetings and get-togethers. And so theres about 20 people in the room. And my dad's there, in his pajamas.
So he's super pissed. Forget the punishment he had, which meant I wouldn't be able to go on an important school trip. I have to write a letter, seeing as I have no 'remorse'. It's not my bloody fault. I think with my emotions when I do something stupid. Afterward I actually think, and try to figure out the best way to fix it. The problem is, the second somebody talks to me, I don't talk. I just stand there, staring at them. And not 'deer-in-headlights', either. I look DISINTERESTED. Like I don't give a S***. BUT I DO. I always own up to punishments, and even put some on myself.
But now I have to write a stupid apology letter, and if it's not done by sunday, he'll kick my a**. Literally. Maybe he'll just beat me with his fists. He usually does (oddly enough, I've noticed that most mentally unstable kids have families dysfunctional in one way or another).
Here's all I have:
Dear Mr. *********, 4/19/09
I’m sorry for embarrassing you and the school. I’m also sorry for lying to you afterwards. I don’t have a good reason for hitting ****, but I didn’t lie. He had made a joke to me several minutes before I threw the bottle, and I was pretending to take offense at it. After you left, I decided that **** shouldn’t have gotten in trouble for something I did, and said that it was entirely my fault.
I'm SO SCREWED! I can't think of anything, because for once, I don't care! GAH!!!
