<p>Let me first apologize for posting this in the Parent Cafe, but I just need to vent and get everything off my chest - and I need a few words of encouragement. Lately, life sucks, to be quite honest. I’m a high school senior bogged down in sending in college apps (which I’m terribly behind in) and also my senior year continues to put me in a state of boredom that I’ve never had before. I’m also not doing so hot in two classes: physics (67, terrible teacher but that is a different story) and math (74) although it will go up and I’m constantly going in to receive extra help. But everything academics-related aside, I feel weak and saddened. Here’s a rundown of recent events:</p>
<p>Yesterday: My role model and fav NFL player Sean Taylor was murdered. The day before he was shot and critically wounded so I was in a not-so well off.</p>
<p>Today: One of my favorite teachers who was my 5th grade teacher, died of cancer. I also saw him a lot on the baseball field and we had a good connection in 5th grade.</p>
<p>Today: Location: gym class. Here’s the scoop: We’re in the basketball unit for gym class so we’re just about to start playing a game. The coach is about to start the game with a tip off while I’m putting on my pini (sp?) - a shirt to tell which team you’re on. Now this gym coach is nice, this is the 2nd year I’ve been in his gym class, and he’s never said anything alarming that put me out of my comfort zone. However, just before hes about to start the game he sees me rapidly putting on my pini over my shirt and he says (where everyone can hear): Common Teriyaki!!! Let’s go Soy Sauce!!! (Just a little fyi- I’m half asian, however I look fully asian). This uncalled-for comment caught me off-guard and I was literally stunned. I literally can’t stand when people call me a racial slur or something else which has happened to me before. Anyway, some people from the other team start laughing. And I am really mad, however I don’t say/do anything because for the most part I’m stunned. I mean this guy who I thought was a nice, friendly, good coach just disrespected who I am (in my opinion). Well as the game goes on people from the other team start calling me Teriyaki, Soy Sauce, and even are smart enough to make up new names such as Sushi. When I was inbounding the ball one time I was so ****ed that I threw the ball as hard as I could at a person’s head that was saying this stuff–but someone with quick reflexes put his hand out to stop it. Seriously, this whole thing has got me fumed, really mad, and sad. This really hurts. I don’t know what to do. Should I tell my parents and have my mom (who’s also a teacher) talk to this guy? I swear, when I have this class again Friday, if I hear another of these nicknames I am going to punch them in the face. I’m in no mood to deal with this, so that’s why I think I either need to have my parents do something or maybe I should talk to him.</p>
<p>Also, this isn’t the first time (and won’t be the last time) racial slurs are directed to me. In 9th grade I was on the school baseball team and they called me a name of one of the Asian baseball players for no reason until I fought someone - which did nothing, and I finally told someone. Just telling them to stop didn’t help - they didn’t care/listen, and I did my very best at turning the other cheek and blocking out their remarks. In 10th grade same situation except this time it was one person calling me names and it was during a class. The teacher heard everything but didn’t do anything. We actually started fighting once (he initiated it) and he pushed me on the ground and threw a desk into me but the teacher blamed me for it and made me clean up the room. Seriously, I don’t know what’s wrong with these teachers in my school.</p>
<p>Getting back to the main subject of life being very difficult. It has been difficult over the past year but I feel more weary and worn out now and I just feel an overall sadness. The summer of junior year my grandpa died, a week before school (junior year) a classmate of mine drowned, a few months later in the spring another classmate died of a rare form of cancer, then in july 5 cheerleaders died in a car-crash, and in september this year, a former sports teammate of mine died in his college dorm. It is currently 11:54 pm right now and I haven’t started my homework. As soon as I came home I slept until 6:30 then went to play some basketball with friends then came home here to the computer. </p>
<p>Sorry that this post is really long (I’d be surprised if you read the whole thing), but it’s the most difficult point of my life so far, and I don’t know what to do - how to feel better. Hey, at least the Office is on tomorrow, right?</p>