Well this particular day was quite hard.
It had been a crazy week and I was stressed to the max.
It seemed like my life was going to hell in a hand basket.
My op ed was too opinionated and I had zero and I mean zero time to fix it.
My damn op ed was too opinionated.
Me being too opinionated?
Never!
And I had 3 million things to do.
And then someone decided to be a full on b.
And I cried.
And then I went to class, tried to stand up for myself.
Didn't work.
Got out early.
Felt defeated
Locked myself in a room.
Called dad.
When I in doubt call the parental units.
And I called Dad at work.
Told him the situation.
He comforted me and then told me to go stand up for myself and kick some ass because this was not okay.
And I did just that.
I had cried off all my make up.
Cleaned up myself slightly.
Found KC.
Pulled myself together and put on some make up.
And then I kicked ass and took names.
Because no one crosses Julia Grace Volzke without my consent,
No one makes Julia Grace Volzke look stupid ever.
No one ever will.
Because I do it all by myself.
So if you are the person reading this and you know who you are.
I have a great memory and I never forget.
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