A Long Rant

Alright, I’m rather annoyed with drill team at this moment. Anybody in student council is forced to be in drill team, so I knew I’d have to march and carry a flag or rifle. That really didn’t bother me. I’ve done it the past two years and I’ve gotten used to having to do it. Nobody in drill team really wants to do it, except for a couple individuals. We may mumble and grumble through it all, but we’ll focus on it long enough to get it done so that we can get back to our lives.

Most of our practices take place during lunch, so our sponsor allows us about 10-15 minutes to eat before we go outside to march. However, this past practice, our sponsor wasn’t here and it was just the drill commander and the assistance drill commander, a fellow senior and a sophomore respectively. The commander gave us a whole three minutes before telling us to get outside rather rudely. I refused, saying that I was going to finish my sandwich beforehand. As for the rest of my lunch, I was going to finish it after practice, but I needed to finish my sandwich lest I’d probably faint from the lack of food (hypoglycemia will do that to you). The commander, who I must admit I’ve never gotten along with since she is constantly spreading rumors about me and constantly getting on my nerves (I’m not the only one she does this to either), stormed up to me, pointed her finger at me as if to say “If you don’t do as I say right now, I’m going to smack you,” and just glared at me.

I just smirked and went right on eating my sandwich. After a bite or two I looked at her and said, “Why don’t you go get the president and junior rep out of detention?” She didn’t respond, but rather waited until we were on our way outside to go and get them, and in essence wasting more time than necessary. She wasn’t pissed that I was eating and making her wait, but rather defying her. She knows that I have to eat, so really I think it was the fact that I wasn’t letting her boss me around that annoyed her and made her look terrible in front of the rest of the team. She wouldn’t even let me go get the two boys out of detention… even though I have more power to do so than she does (she really shouldn’t have been able to pull them out, but the teacher doing detention was a dunce).

Well anyways, we did the practice perfectly… besides my friend and I talking while going to put up the flags, but the drill commander doesn’t mind us doing that as long as we don’t do it during performance. Eh, so afterwords, she’s tells us to go back into the classroom saying we’ve “got a lot of work to do.” And what do we do? She hands us the gloves and tells us to wash them before the performance two days away. The gloves that she is supposed to wash and said she would wash at the beginning of the week. You know, whatever, I wasn’t going to wash those gloves. Nobody notices the tiniest speck of dirt on them anyways.

As she continues to blabber, I take my friend’s pillow and lay down on the ground to finish my lunch. Apparently she says something rude and one of the freshman girls snaps back at her. Now, the drill commander has been bitching at us all practice, so it’s no surprise that people are talking back. The way to deal with that group is to ask nicely and pretend to be one of them, but not be a pushover. They’ll only give you more trouble if you start to boss them around, but since I’m not allowed to help in any form the commander doesn’t know this. I really shouldn’t have to tell her either, but you know she’s a poor commander and only got the job because nobody else wanted it. You’ve got to show respect before you can get it at my school.

And blah blah blah… so anyways, more people start giving her a bit of trouble and as soon as practice is over she pulls in the freshman girl that snapped at her to “talk to her.” The president, junior rep (the guy I’m currently seeing ), and I were in the room talking and she told us to leave. So the freshman girl, let’s call her Bree, so Bree tells her that anything she has to say to her she can say in front of us. The commander, let’s call her Jess, grits her teeth and responds, “No I cannot,” and then yells at the boys to get back to detention.

Obviously the only authority Jess has here is to tell a teacher that the boys did not go back to detention right after practice, but we do what she says anyways. On the way out I tell Bree that I’ll come back and check on her. Jess glares at me, but I really don’t care since she has not right to hold Bree from leaving. I would have stayed if it wasn’t for the fact that I had to go put something away in the detention room (an iron, not the boys…). A couple minutes after I go put the iron away, I see Bree and ask her what happened. Apparently, Jess started to approach her as if to strangle her and was yelling at her. Bree just left, as Jess was yelling after her about some bull. I know I should have been a little more respectful to Jess during practice, but she had no right to treat Bree or anybody else like the scum of the earth just because our sponsor wasn’t there.

I’m not trying to be mean right now, but Jess gets on everyones nerves anyways. I can’t really explain it, but just trust me she’s one of those people that just annoys the heck out of everyone without having to really try. Everybody in drill tolerated her to some extent until they heard about her (and some kids actually did hear her) yelling at Bree just because Bree snapped back at her and apparently pissed her off for doing it. At my school, you don’t yell at somebody for doing that. No, you yell at them for stealing your boyfriend or spreading a rumor about you… even in those cases it’s iffy. You’ll just piss everyone off. Nobody really let it show though since that’s what Jess is all about.

However, I was rather annoyed by the fact. So annoyed that I and my best friend knew and told each other that if she pulled anything performance day we were just going to refuse to perform. Jess wouldn’t be able to do anything. I just cannot get across how badly this girl has annoyed me in the past years. I wouldn’t have even talked about doing that if the commander was anybody else I knew.

But anyways, the day before performance, we had a blood drive and I don’t know if it was the blood or if it was something I ate, but I started to feel really terrible and a headache was forming so I went home. I was still feeling bad when I went to sleep and when I woke up in the morning my head still hurt. I got up and started to get my clothes for the performance, but after three minutes i still couldn’t find my shirt. So I decided to just give up and go back to sleep since my head was still pounding. I felt like utter crap and honestly I could care less about the performance. About two hours later, I woke up and felt so much better. I decided that I would go to school and enjoy the rest of the Spring Fiesta… not to mention that if I had stayed at home I would have wound up watching my brother and taking care of my sick mom instead of “resting.”

I got ready and drove myself to school. The guy I am currently seeing (yes the junior class rep) and my best friend said I looked like crap. Gee thanks you two. I didn’t feel my best, but I felt much better than I had and I told my best friend that. She said the performance was a disaster. Nobody had brought their shirts or gloves (see that’s why we shouldn’t wash them) and Jess had made them march back way too early. None of that was my fault though, so again I really didn’t care (and if anything I had been my fault, I assure you my I still wouldn’t have cared). Apparently Jess had been bitching about me not showing, but the many times she saw me she never tried to talk to me, so I tried to just enjoy myself during the various performances and considered myself excused (not that she could have “punished” me since she doesn’t have the power and I was truly sick). I, however, did get bitched out eventually:
Her: Why weren’t you here this morning?
Me: I felt like crap.
Her: Why are you here now?
Me: I feel better.
Her: Why couldn’t you have showed up a couple hours earlier then?
Me: Because I felt like crap and needed to sleep, now stop being a bitch about it.

I just couldn’t handle being bitched out for something that really wasn’t my fault. No way was I going to show up feeling the way I was feeling and marching, so bitch at me and I shall call you on it.

Mkay, so a part of me didn’t show up just to spite her, but it was mostly the fact that I felt like crap that I didn’t show… I do have to wonder now, if I was making myself feel worse than I really was because of her today. She left school early because she felt “sick” and I swear as soon as she left, I felt like my normal self again. One of the bands (the guy I’m currently seeing was in it) started to play, and I just started dancing with a couple friends. It could have been the fact that I wanted to impress my guy though and prove to him that I was well enough to go out this weekend. I guess I proved that or he just doesn’t care, because we’re going to try to get together tomorrow.

And now my long rant is done. If you read all of that, you deserve a cookie. *Gives the people who read the entire thing a cookie.* I don’t know if I would have read that all… I mean a wall of text complaining about somebody I don’t know? haha.