Luck of the part-Irish.

"The day will come when an honest man finds an honest way."-The Edge

Fucking nuts. This day has been beyond stressful.

I woke up, went to school and learned that my favorite teacher (Writing teacher), Mr. Haff quit his job last night.

It came to me as a big blow because he was the only teacher whose class I enjoyed. More importantly, he was one of the very best teachers I ever had in my long, exhausting thirteen years of what I call "Re-education".

He understood my philosophy on everything from life, school, work and of course, writing but now he’s gone so I don’t know what I’m gonna do but I’ll figure something out as I usually do. And of course, I’ll do it my way and only my way but then again, it’s gonna be a little weird adjusting to him not being there anymore.

At lunch time, I would sit in his room and write being that that was the only place that I could write in that whole school but now I’m at a loss since he’s gone but I’ll adapt to the new situation in time, I guess.

It was bad enough that he was the only person in the entire school that I did talk to but now he’s gone just like I figured would happen at some point. It’s like an anomolly for me. At some point or another, I lose someone for some reason and it hasn’t failed yet in my life, thus far.

On a different note, Alexis (One of the new interests) didn’t even come to school today so I had nothing to do in History class but write reclusivley in the back as usual which wasn’t so bad but it would’ve been a bit better if I had her to look up at for inspiration every now and then but whatever. It is what it is.

In the end, it turned out to be a pretty short school day since there were no more classes for me to attend being that Mr.Haff was the third out of the ten teachers in the school to quit in only three months so basically, there aren’t many teachers left to teach at all.

Oddly enough, the omen from my fortune cookie’s fortune turned out to be a bad one.

This morning, on my way to the train station I found it in my pocket and I read it. "There will be a big surprise for you when you come home today," it said.

At first, I thought that it was weird being that I was only half-way down the street when I’d found it in my pocket but as the day went on and I learned of Haff’s departure and no sexy Alexis to look at for the entire day, I began to think of it as a bad, bad, bad omen.

Now, being part Irish as I am, I noticed that it was St. Patrick’s Day and I wasn’t wearing anything green as

I usually do on this day. Every year, I wear atleast a green string on my wrist or a green shirt under the T-

Shirt that I’d wear for the day but this year: Nada, Zip, Zero.

Not a piece of green on me. Call me superstitious but I find it weird that out of all the years that I’ve lived, it turned out that this, the one and only year I didn’t wear green, was the year that I had such a terrible day.

Maybe the old Irish legend of the trickster demon Mac Phisto (Irish equivelant to Loki of ancient Greek lore) is after me.

But to further fuck my day up, the worst part of the day actually did come when I came home. Ironically, all I got when I came home was bitching and moaning and arguments and further stress. (Am I stomping these Irony theories to death or what?!)

First, I get on the computer and I’m immediatley talked down to and barraged with criticism and disagreement about my previous Eliot Spitzer blog post from friends and others as if I’m not free to speak my mind or voice my opinion.

Second, I’m thrown into this ongoing argument, beyond stupidity between my mom and my brother about who’s responsible for taking the garbage out. My mom busts into the door like a hurricane and goes on and on, screaming at the top of her lungs about my brother not taking the trash out for three days while my mom and I were in Philly (That was a blast by the way, guys!) and here goes my brother going on and on and on about his job and his limited time off and all this other bullshit and it just got to the point of no return when she threatened to kick him out for the billionth time when we all know she’s not gonna do a damn thing.

On top of that, they brung their shitty argument into my room as if it were a club house or something after I’d closed my door to get away from them and it went on and on until they put me in the middle of it by blaming me for all their problems.

Overall, yours truly was stuck with the unwanted responsibilities of both taking out the trash and going to the store to do some grocery shopping all within the first hour of getting home. I just stood there as they both walked out and went on with their days thinking: What the fuck?

But  the thing my brother doesn’t seem to get is that when he starts shit with my mom, I have to deal with it while he’s gone for the rest of the day at work.

Third, while at the store, I just got pissed off inside. It’d been a shitty day already and it only got worst when

I discovered that I’d lost ten dollars from the money my mom gave me to get her stuff. I was at my wit’s end.

Seriously, I just didn’t speak for two hours after I came back.

Lastly, When I came back home from the store after running back to get another ten dollars from my mom, I read Brad Meltzer’s latest blog post and I swear it just brought my day down even more. Okay, a few weeks ago he was taking a vote on what his next book should be titled. It was between, "The Book of

Truth" or "The Book of Lies" and my vote was for "The Book of Truth" but as you’ve probably guessed it, "The Book of Lies" won the vote.

And it’s amazing that Meltzer’s comment on the title that won, actually coincided with my exact same thought at the time. And that thought was: "Wow. That really says alot about America, doesn’t it?" or in Meltzer’s words, "That says something profound about our culture."

I swear, if I’d known my day was gonna be as shitty as it was, I wouldn’t have even went to school, let alone woken up at all.

The only good part of the day was of course, the writing of my story and locking myself in my imagination to get away from the constant shit I have to deal with, especially in school where I’m either writing when I’m not supposed to, Doodling on some paper while the teachers go on and on about nothing or I’m staring at all the beyond gorgeous chicks to kill time, especially that sexy Alexis. (Geez....she’s really something!)

But to sign off, the only advice I give to you all: Wear green next year.

Just. Wear. Green. Unless, of course, you don’t believe in that sort of thing or you enjoy having shitty days.