Honesty Week.

Talk about the worst week ever.

I cried. SO MUCH. If I cry once on a day, it's guaranteed that I'll break down once more.

And I DID. 

It started out as a normal day, I was just a little pissed off 'cuz our class teacher asked us to sit in rows again. (Don't read the next few rows if you don't wanna waste time.)

Let's take an example:

The seating arrangement of the last 3 pairs of seats in my class:

P - S1

G - R

ME - S2

Intro on each of these people.

P - A nice, chubby person with a high-pitched voice and changing obsessions with many things, like Twilight, One Direction, etc. (Is a friend of G.)

S1 - An annoying and dense girl with a weird accent. And I'm not talking about South Indian stereotypical accents used by Apu (Simpsons) and Raj (Big Bang Theory). I'm talking about a  NORMAL Indian girl trying to unsuccessfully pull off an American accent. But she is OKAY at times. 

G - A really good friend of mine who is one of the few people with a sane mind in my class. (Is a friend of P.)

R - We've been amazing friends since she came to my class last year. Though I don't really know what ACTUALLY goes on in her head. I'm totally confused about her. I'll blab about her later. (Is a friend of S2.)

S2 - A weird girl who is TOO loyal. (I think?) And she is kinda open about her feelings. And I don't know if she hates me or likes me. (Is a friend of R)

ME - Me.

(And by friend I mean best friend. Just so you know.)

(I just don't really 'HATE' people in my class.)

And anyway, I wanted for it to be that way. It's fine with me, and it's convenient for all of us. I had good people beside me and if S2 troubled me, I had G to talk to. 

And according to our teachers, we aren't really supposed to change seats. 'Cuz if we sat with our friends, there'd be too much noise pollution. (Apparently.)

We were sitting in groups of 6, and when our friends went back to rows, this was the arrangement.

P - G

R - S2

ME - S1

I was not happy with this arrangement. AT ALL. It bugged me. I don't really enjoy being in the company of S1. I mean, she's FINE, but she's annoying. and irritating. And she says she admires me, and I'm amazing. She also used to be Reem's classmate. And S1 keeps bugging me on how Reem and I look like twins. 

And R and S2, when they're together, don't even get me started about them. I'll blab about them when I get time. 

That was the FIRST thing. You'd say I am stupid. And I know you are thinking of it right now, but you never know whatever's causing pain to someone else unless you experience it yourself.

The SECOND thing, began at Islamic class, we just got our papers, and I got a 56/60 and I saw an answer I'd written was wrong, and the examiner had given it as correct. So I went to get it corrected. But 2 of my friends tried and pulled me back. And after a lot of reluctance, I went back to my seat. And at that moment, for some reason, I broke down. I was absolutely wailing, in a lesser volume. I couldn't LIVE with that guilt I'd be feeling in my head and heart if I didn't go get it corrected. I might be a person with horrible self-esteem and absurd lengths of procrastination, but I've ALWAYS been honest. I didn't like telling big lies. White lies are 'OKAY' for me, but not the big ones. And I kinda owe this to my parents. I didn't mind getting a few marks of mine to be cut, (as long as I didn't flunk.) since my parents didn't really scream at me for getting bad grades. They didn't interfere a lot in my educational life and I was absolutely fine with it. Many kids which I know, wouldn't get their marks reduced due to being scared of their parents saying something about their grades. I really don't get it. 

But by the end of the Islamic class, when I was done with all my crying, I went and got my paper checked, and ended up with a 51/60. (It became a 51, 'cuz she had counted my marks wrong.) So I was pretty happy. (SERIOUSLY.)

And when I reached back to my class, I began crying again. I dunno why. But I did. Oh me, ALWAYS crying.

I did blog a lot today, so I is gonna go. 

Whatever.

-Sam Frank.