Thank god for teachers like Mr. Raabe. If it weren’t for his caring, along with Alicia, I would probably have started cutting again tonight. Today, that douche bag told me no one liked me. Situation: Hardin was gone for tech training, so Dbag and I were discussing who would conduct for wind ensemble. Dbag: A few people told me to conduct but I don’t really want to. Me: Well, if no one else wants to, I will. Dbag: No one likes you. …… What the fuck?!? 1) How does that even fucking relate and 2) just because I hate you and you hate me and we aren’t one big happy family does not mean everyone hates me. Fucker. But, since Dbag has shot down my self-confidence since the day I met him, I believed the rat bastard. So, I fought through 15 minutes of class in almost tears until I could run off to the fucking bathroom to cry for the millionth time because of him this year. Alicia was one of the only ones to notice I left, but she told me he was just an ass and couldn’t speak for everyone. Then, as my face was still red and blotchy (joy), I returned to grab my stuff. Dbag noticed I had been crying and said “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said what I did. I should have thought before saying anything.” No dip. I just ignored his apology and hit him with a “Maybe you should think, huh.” I got to Government with a still red face. Raabe noticed 5 minutes into class and pulled me into the hallway. He asked me what was wrong and actually listened. When I was done he asked if he needed to yell at Dbag for me or what he could do to help me feel better, anything I needed.
Teachers like Raabe are few and far between. I am so happy to have him this year. He’s like my 40-year-old best friend.
