Annoying guy:*saying something idk I just know one thing he said was "gay pride"*Me:Wait did you just say gay pride?Bitch I slapped two years ago (Bitchrisha):Wait what? Wait, are we all straight here?Me:No, I'm technically not- I'm ace.Bitchrisha:You're what now?Me:Asexual?Bitchrisha:But didn't you date [friend]?Me:Yes, and I didn't like it. And that's how I found out I was ace, I don't like dating.Jackass that bullied my friends two years ago (Assley):What?Bitchrisha:Yeah but you dated someone-Me:And I didn't like it?Annoying guy:Lesbian.Me:What? No, I'm asexual but biromantic-Bitchrisha:Let's just stop talking about this-Annoying guy:No, you're lesbianAssley:Can you all just shut up and help me build this spaghetti tower!?Me:I'm just explaining myself.*later, the annoying guy wouldn't let us put more stability on our base and he was in charge of the tape*Me:I told you we should've put more stablity on the bottom! But no, [Annoying guy] wouldn't let us!Bitchrisha:Says the person who was talking about.. that gross stuff.Me in my head:Bitch you askedSo yeah that's how the 8th grade is going so far. I hate science because I'm paired up with people that I hate, and I know next week I'm gonna have a fucking meltdown.My teacher won't move me away from these people, saying "I have to work with people I don't get along with..." and I told him, straight out, that I have a FUCKING MENTAL DISORDER, THAT WILL MAKE IT INCREASINGLY DIFFICULT TO NOT LASH OUT, YOU FUCKING IDIOT, I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS AUTISTIC AND I SLAPPED BITCHRISHA.I didn't tell him Assley bullied my friends two years ago and I called her a future porn star for doing so, but I did tell him that I had some issues with her and another guy. Not moving me away from these people is like saying "Here, this person attempted to rape you, now be locked in a room together without supervision knowing you have genophobia" Or more accurately, "Here, person with a social dysfunction disorder that also makes them extremely emotional, be forced to work with two people who are forcing you to do all the work, constantly teasing and calling you names, and once you refuse to do a damn thing and won't take your bullshit, you get called out for your actions, and they stay clean without any threats." because that's a swell fucking idea isn't it?THIS IS LIKE FUCKING TELLING AN ABUSE VICTIM TO FORGIVE THEIR ABUSER BECAUSE "EVERYONE DESERVES A SECOND CHANCE"NO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.He even said on the first day "There's usually gonna be a person that cries because they can't have it their way." which I believe is going to be me, at least in his eyes, because I'll end up crying because I'm sitting next to the literal WORST PEOPLE to sit next to, and he'll think it's because I won't do it his way and work with him. I wanna like this teacher. I really do, but these past three days have been pointing to him being a nightmare to deal with. I thought I was gonna like him.And ironically, I thought I was gonna hate my English teacher, but she's actually really fun, and silly. The fire alarm went off in her class, and she started to lighten the mood so none of us would worry, she constantly looked out the door, and I was scared because that morning my dad had told me about shootings in the area, and with a pained expression told me he loved me a lot.They say we should feel safe at school, but I honestly don't feel safe anywhere! I'm always paranoid, worried if "A school shooter will come up and kill us all" or "the teachers will scream in my face for asking a simple question, or requesting something to make learning easier for me, or me calling them out on their bullshit." I'm always scared of SOMETHING happening. I lighten up around friends, but when I'm not around them I'm always on edge. I plan on going to the mall with friends so we can mess around and buy games without parents being there, but I'm scared of getting kidnapped, so once I do that I'll ask my dad if I can borrow pepper spray to defend myself with just in case.That's a whole other rand for a whole other day, back on topic;My mom will probably have to talk to him, because at least my math teacher (who was my math teacher last year, surprisingly :D) saw she sat us together, and moved us the next day.So yeah.A bitch asked if we were straight, I explained I wasn't, and she acts like I didn't have to say that, like, BITCH YOU FUCKING ASKED