Sweet&Sour Times

Things at come couldn't be worst, yet I am happy. Jose Duenas just had to call my home on Saturday and tell my father a lot of bullshit. Apparently I'm ditching everyday, and I'm not going to graduate, that I'm doing all of this on purpose, and some other random bullshit that isn't true. Since when is that asshole in control of AVID? The more closer I get to graduation the more I miss Ms Grings. She would have spoken to me first, face-to-face, before she called my parents. Even though she would get mad and scream at me, she had her reasons and she would let me know them before she called. I guess it's the fact that Duenas is an administrator now which automatically makes him 500% more of an asshole. Life outside couldn't be any better. Mutual attractions are nice. I had gotten used to rejection, but I know see it was just my insecurity. Ale is great, she makes my days a hell of a lot better. Even if our only daily conversation in person consists of her venting to me all the stress she has over leadership, I feel good because I know if she vents she will feel better. I don't want her to be stressed, but all I can do is listen, and if that helps I'll do it. Two more weeks of school to go and I'm free... 'till college.