Mood: tired
Listening to: the fans in my house
i recently got my hair cut. it's short with a little flip in the back. i'm preparing you for the story i'm about to spin. here it is: on sunday i went to sunday school. i walked in to the youth room and this young "man" comes up to me and says "hey dude! oh, i'm sorry, you're a girl! see, it's hard to tell with your hair so short and your face is very manly!" everyone was laughing. i went over and sat down on the only non bean bag chair we have and a girl came over and said "your hair is really short! you should've not gotten it cut." i replied "please, i'm really not in the mood right now." all through the lesson that stupid boy would not leave me alone! he'd tug on my hair and ask if it hurts and i'd say yes and he'd say i shouldn't be able to feel it because my hair is so short. i asked the teacher to please make him stop but all he did was intently glare at him. and the boy just continued! finally, we were playing game with a yarn ball and after he had thrown it in my face a couple of times of purpose, i went over and punched him thus knocking him to the ground and i went over and stomped on his nuts which they had to get ice for. i turned and walked to my spot and the whole classroom was quiet. everyone just looked at me like i was some kind of criminal. then the teacher came over and yelled "we do not use violence in the lord's house! you should be ashamed!" he then walked me to a chair at the end of the hall and ordered me to read the "love chapter" in chorithians. while i was reading it i couldn't help but laugh at their punishing technique. they punished me like i was a child who had just refused to clean his room. after about 30 to 45 minutes the teacher came back out and said "you can come say sorry now, he's ready to forgive you." a replied "i'm sorry, but i'm not sorry for what i did." and i explained to him what made me do it and he just smiled and said "you teenagers are so emotional" and we went into the youth room. when i entered the class fell silent. i went and resumed my spot on the couch. the whole room was silent for about 4 minutes until the teacher spoke up and said " sarah, it was your turn to bring snack today." (i don't even know why we have to bring snack they already have donuts and honeybuns and milk and cereal bars.) i replied "i'm sorry, i didn't know today was my turn." then this retarded girl comes up and says " she probably couldn't afford it!" and the class once again broke out in giggles and chuckles. i stood up and the girl ran to the teacher. i walked out the door and the assistant teacher ran out after me calling my name. i stopped right before i went outside and said "yes?" she said "don't go! we love haing you in the youth group!" i said "no, you don't. if you did, those other kids would be punishedright now." i told her i was going home and called my dad to come pick me up. and my family wonders why i hate this church. well, g2g talk at you later,
Sarah
