Sheer terror...

Well, I was back to school today, after a week break over easter. Usual school rubbish; coursework being thrown at us from all angles, lukewarm teaching and standing around in the cold eating sandwiches. MUCH FUN.

Had to have a meeting with my spanish teacher today, because I called her something naughty a few weeks ago and got excluded for a week because of it. Tut tut to me, and like. But yeah, I had to explain stuff, and make sure I did everything short of apologizing. I'm arrogant, see. I don't like apologizing.

POINT IS! At the moment, I'm currently terrified out of my mind about tomorrow. Perhaps I should explain.

Well. Months ago, my science teacher, Miss Wells, thought it'd be jolly ol' fun to steal my pen drive. I was not a happy bunny. Well, I found her email address (Laura.Wells@salford.gov.uk, in case you were wondering... and PLEASE, BY ALL MEANS, have some fun with it. Really, I implore you.) and thought to myself "Oh hello, here's an opportunity for mischief," and mischief it was.

Before I tell you the rest, I feel it important to explain to you that I am not in fact insane; I just like to appear that way occasionally.

Very well.

First of all, I emailed her anonymously, saying "You've made a mistake. You'd better undo it. A lot of people are angry." (Like I said, NOT actually insane. Just wanted her to think she was being stalked or something.) Then, she replied saying "Who is this?" and I emailed her again saying "I know who you are." She then didn't reply again, so I sent her one more saying "Very mature of you, ignoring me. Unfortunately, the problem's still here."

A lot of time then passed, and I'd all but forgotten it, until one of my friends saw her in the Trafford Centre (a nearby shopping centre) with another teacher, Sian Heafield. I thought it was too precious to miss, so, as I am me, I thought it'd be a good idea emailing her again saying "So, how was the Trafford Centre with Sian?" you know, purely for "stalker" effect.

Well. Before I go on, I feel it is important I tell you I have something of a reputation with the teachers at my school. See, I am what they call a "complete bastard," or something along those lines. Well, I'm actually very controversial. People, teachers and students alike, like me a lot or despise my guts. Miss Wells, along with Miss Heafield and, unfortunately, most of the senior staff at my school, are on the "despise" side. Lucky me.

THE POINT IS! Well, one lesson a week or so ago, Miss Wells mentioned this email incident in her class. I wasn't in for this lesson, but as soon as she said it, one of my friends, who knew about it, said something along the lines of "Oh, (bad word), that's not good." A little too audibly for my liking, too. Ahh well.

So. Miss Wells came over to this girl and said if she knew anything, she'd better say it or it was agains the law and other legal... rubbish she made up in the spot. The teacher then told some other senior staff that this particular friend (we'll call her "Katie", just for arguments sake), that she'd said I did it, even though she didn't. See, Miss Wells had already decided (correctly, as it happens), that it was me. So, fun and yet MORE fun for me, I got found out.

I then did not help myself out one little bit by skipping a meeting I was supposed to go to with her.

And I'm supposed to have a lesson with her tomorrow.

And good gosh I am terrified. What with, you know, being threatened with permenant exclusion. Ahh dear.

Despite what the above SOUNDS like, I'm actually not that bad a person. I just like to peeve people, a tad.

Now, I may go and hide under a pile of coats for a bit...