So, the awards ceremony.

Hey, tumblr. I rarely use you to vent to random internet people about my personal trials and tribulations, and the woes that stem from them, but that’s what I’m gonna do now.

We had our awards ceremony at South tonight. Which you have to be invited to. I was. Fantastic. So I went onto the stage with all the other recipients if the many MANY awards they were giving out. Mostly scholarships, but many of the departments gave out awards as well. That’s where my problem lies.

I’m going to start by saying that none of the following is meant in a narcissistic way. At all. I’m not an arrogant person, and I try to stay humble, at least internally.

I started taking French in fifth grade, justlike mostly everyone else did. But as soon as I started, I picked it up really fast. And I mean REALLY fast. I have excelled in French since I first learned how to say “Je t’aime”. I have had a 100 in the class for all except like one or two quarters in six years, which were 99s. That’s 2 out of 24 marking periods, at most. Frankly, French is my easiest class, no matter the difficulty, and it is the class in which I never really have to try to get a perfect score. Which is what I’ve done all year, especially this year, as it’s my first French Regents Exam.

This year I’ve gotten a 100 every marking period, a 100 on every test, I spoke at every opportunity. So I went in to this awards ceremony with high hopes that I would receive the excellence award for French 3A my from my teacher.

No such luck.

I honestly don’t know what more I could have done. And it doesn’t seem like she hates me, so I’m honestly baffled. And disappointed. And just sad. Like I’m practically crying. And most people would say “Why are you getting so worked up? It’s an award for high school french. And you’re gonna lose other things in life, you just gotta get over it.” People said that, practically verbatim, literally withing three minutes after the ceremony ended. Why the fuck can I not have time to wallow in self-pity? I’m going t get over it. I always do. I just feel like French is the one class I’m the best at, which the only thing I’m satisfied with. Being the best. That always happens in French class, and I’m just at a loss. So whatever. I’m just gonna sulk now for a little (or a long) while. Thanks, tumblr.

P.S. I did get an award for being in the Top 5 of my class, which I’m really excited about. I swear.

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When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

yousetyourselfonfire:

this post always puts the biggest smile on my face

:’) I love drag queens.

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