The Important Ones

Now, when i said the important ones what did you think about? Presidents, celebrities or even your gods. Am i right?
Well, for me, the important ones are these everyday people whom i come in contact with. We are up close and personal. We care for each other. They shape us. of course the people stated above are also important but do you meet them everyday? Do they greet you when they see you? these people are so important they don't really have time to say Hi or Hello to everyone they meet on the street. And maybe, YOU'RE the person on the street.

There are a few important people in my life. there should be more but I've carefully evaluated it.

First up, we have Mr. Facuri. We're not stating their real names so i don't come out as obvious, just so you know.

Mr. Facuri you are a special little boy. we introverts have to stay together don't we? For the rest of you who  don't know Mister Facuri he is my classmate and we met two years back. i have classmates whom i met eight years back but he's my closest. He's a really funny guy.The best underdog if i ever saw one. I apologize to him if I don't laugh at his jokes or talk to him when i'm in my corner. (Okay, in my classroom there are four corners. (Duhh.) and I go to one secluded corner and sing there. Only a few people know what i actually do there so i look really lonely and weird to the others)
 I lost the ability to appreciate a lot. I'm sorry if I'm too busy feeling sorry for myself but I love how you stick with me anyway.
 Every time there's going to be field trips I always worry because I don't have a lot of people who might sit next to me. Well, if you ever need one Mr. Facuri, I'm your gal!
 Sometimes i wish you were a girl or i was a guy so when we go to our retreat we could stay in the same dormitory and sleep next to each other.
 i know it sounds weird everyone but we are just close friends. we've both established that we are not best friends or anything else.
 Oh and yes, i'm a girl. in case you haven't noticed. I was chatting to someone I met on wattpad and she asked if i was a guy. Well, being me i wasn't offended but actually quite flattered to think I was a guy. You might think I actually want to be a guy and that i'm not a girl at all but I am! I am a Girl but I'm boyish. There's a difference between boyish and being a lesbian, people. So let's be clear here. Lots of people think they are just the same but they are not.
Anyways, this guy is very awesome.
 And he's going to bring chips to school again! Me, him and another girl are going to sneak chips into our mouths during class. Eating in the classroom and bringing chips are banned to begin with but don't get me wrong.
 I was actually a very good girl. Because i was too afraid to even just bend the rules a bit. But I've been influenced. What can you do? I feel sad when I think about this. I've broken my good girl record just by influence. I want to kick myself and revert back to the old me, but as Hannah Baker said: "You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is... now."
My grades are slipping as well.
 But Mr. Facuri will always be with me. And i thank him so much for it. I love his friendship dearly but one time I fought with him.
 I had my reasons. but you should know, if I want something I get it.
Hear me out, it may sound spoiled and all but it's like this.
If I don't want to be friends with you anymore, you have no power to change how I feel about you. Nothing. Nil. Your opinion does not exist. Or maybe I don't want you to hug me. (I hate physical contact. It feels weird. And it leaves this "thing" on me. Like a tingling and I hate it.)
You SHALL NOT hug me. If you ever do, and I'm sure some do, then I'm letting you. At least half of me is. Just in case you think I'm lying. I'm very stubborn, trust me. I have opinions but I listen to others. Some may think: "Nuh- uh! You stick with your own ideas in group works etc."
 Hey genius, I want you to give me a valid reason for following your idea! I won't stumble head first into your idea if i'm going to find so many holes in it. I want you to defend your idea and prove me wrong! But you never do. Thus, proving my point.
ANYWAYS, we fought. But I loved our friendship. Love conquers all. I wanted it back. So I forgave you. i know I sound spoiled and snotty and maybe I am but I can always counter it with something nicer. (shrugs)
Now, we're friends again. And I am NOT going to let it go. Ever.
So Thank you.
For being an Important One in my life. (winks)

NEXT: My Former English Teacher Last Year

Aww C'mon Lexi! Tell me!! Pleaaaase! Is what I say to her most of the time. She really likes to keep me in the dark but I hate being kept in the dark.
I'm very persuasive.
Maybe I'll let her find my blog because me and Mr. Facuri found hers.
Thanks Mr. Facuri! I couldn't have done it without you! Oh, and he was also the one who helped me make a blog. He gave me the idea to make one! Thanks!
 Hahhahah! Don't worry Lexi. One day, we'll have that famous hot chocolate. What started out as a joke turned into something real! Haha!
She's also an introvert everyone. As the saying goes: Birds of the same feather, flock together!
I have always liked her even if she was my teacher. She always smiled and I love English! But I'm not saying she was a fan favorite with my classmates, She became my adviser last year and I think she disliked us very much and if my classmates found out they wouldn't care. They'd battle it with their own hate. My classmates started everything! (insert face palm) She was actually really nice but my classmates never saw that. They were irritated because she wasn't like our former adviser. i wanted to scream to them: "NOT EVERYONE IS THE SAME, YOU JERKS!" Yes, last part included.
they were jerks. They were mean. But If i ever said that they would just say I'm a teacher's pet etc.
Sigh... What am I gonna do with those guys.
there were a number of reasons why they didn't like her but I could easily smudge off their reasons with my thumb. They are just that insensitive and blind.
So, I'm so sorry Lexi.
I'm sorry because I never did much good.
I'm sorry I couldn't change their opinion.
But know this: You did nothing wrong. You were great. And you still are. Never let anyone get in your way.
She's really cool and she is not mainstream. I'm glad. But one thing we'll never have in common: She Loves Korean Drama and Music.
Sorry, not my type but you can have it!
We chat on FB which is tons of fun! She has a great imagination.
I didn't even know how our conversation led to her teddy bear which eats flesh who accompanies her in space. She never confessed that she gave him human sacrifices but I know she did!
You're a cool gal Lexi!
And stop saying I'm becoming a lady! I am a little girl who'll stay this way.
When I get older I'm gonna get a good job and maybe I'll be worthy meeting you.
That's what I plan to do. I'll grow older and graduate and get a life.
I'll probably be in my twenties so... in about .... I don't know! But you are nine years older than me! O_O
So if we meet, you'll be in your early thirties! Oh, don't worry. You'll still look young. I trust you.
So thank you for talking to me and listening to my rants.
You're the best Lexi!!! (thumbs up)

Last Important One:  My Present English Teacher

Hello Ms.. hmm.. what codename should I put.....
Well, I'll just name you TNT.
You are really Explosive! Plus the last two are her initials!
For all you out there i think I am so lucky to have her as a teacher.
She spews jokes all over and is super funny!
She is really "different". You'll see why I put those " " later.
On the first day i actually got in trouble with her!
With none other than Mister Facuri! Hi again Mr. facuri!
Anyways, I got in trouble and was stock still in all of her classes. I always covered my mouth and looked at her with slightly wide eyes filled with terror and admiration. I half covered my mouth because i was stifling my laughs at her jokes.
She really is funny!
Well, usually first impressions last but I don't know. i thought I'd be a naughty girl forever in her eyes but I was actually pretty okay with her.
Then she gave us a seatwork. She paired us with people we weren't close with and we  had to say something to them other people didn't know about.
I was terrified. Did i mention my old classmates were in the other section so i did not want to be in my current section? No? Well, now you know.
She paired me up with codename: KEVIN! I HATED KEVIN WITH ALL MY HEART. But that's a secret. Or not.
He didn't know I hated him and none of the others knew either. Only my close friends. he's a jerk as far as you know.
Do you know the movie 10 things I hate about you? Well there was a time where Kat said: "I guess being male and an A------ makes you worthy of our attention."
Well, that's him.
We were paired and I clammed up! I wouldn't talk to him. He screamed out to Ms. that I wouldn't talk so I screamed: I DON'T TRUST HIM!
I was smiling on the inside because he didn't know how to react to me. Most of them don't know what to do with me. i'm never the center of their jokes. GOOD..
So Miss swapped. Kevin stood up but she just pointed to me. I pang of fear hit me and I was so scared! But she was really nice and we shared some stuff (me with my jacket and hood over my head as usual) while I was tearing the tiny rubber bands off of my pencil just so my hands had something to do.
I was glad that I talked to her. She laughed a bit at what I said and then  she said we were very similar.
Woah, okay. Cool!
I told her i was weird and I liked being weird. She told me No. I was not weird. I was just "different". Because weird is a negative adjective.
Then she asked me to submit a notebook to her so we could talk.
Well, for all you reading, she hasn't given it back yet. hahah
She's not done with it and we forget to ask and remember.
Oh, well.
So i wrote her a letter. We had studied something in her class that bugged me. I wrote it down and tucked it in my pocket.
All we had to do was write and I was reading the note I was half hoping I would not give her.
She asked what I was reading and she held out her hand. I gave it to her.
She read it and looked out me, smiling. "Oh, this is for me?"
I nodded vigorously. I copied and looked at the back. She was reading it! That scared me so much I wrote even faster.
DYK I can write without looking at what I'm writing. It makes my life easier. You can't guarantee the cleanest hand writing but I really do have horrible handwriting so what difference does it make?
Anyways, she asked to see me after class. I was like: WHAT DID I DO WHAT DID I DO WHAT DID I DO.
So after class I waited outside of her advisory class which was the grade four kids. That used to be my old section. We chatted and she was actually the very first person I had spilled my heart out to in a very long time.
One thing I liked very much is that she proved me wrong.
I needed that. Remember I need people to defend their ideas?
Well, she proved me wrong and I didn't fight back.
I liked that conversation. She taught me a great many things. Here are some snippets from the conversation:

Me: They think I'm immature.
Her: People who only see negative things in others are the real immature ones. (five star quote)

Me: I don't talk to anyone about how I feel.
Her: You'll have to tell someone or you'll go insane. (Ding ding ding! This is her! I quoted her from my previous post!)

Me: My friend told me that we just live to die. Don't we?
Her: So what you are saying is that life is useless?
Me: I.. uh..
Her: Saying that life is pointless, doesn't that mean you are doubting God?
Me: (SPEECHLESS AND IN AWE)

Me: I can't help but think about all these problems.
Her: Why do you think about problems that shouldn't me problems? It will just be you who will be stressed out.

Me: But why?
Her: We should stop asking why and start asking what. ( I LOVE THIS ONE THE MOST)

Me: (questions that can't be answered)
Her: Think about it. If all people asked the questions that you ask, they would start looking for answers. Then they would probably find some and think themselves as God. Then God would destroy the world like it says in Revelation. (this is a but messy because i dont remember it exactly but you get the whole thing)

She put all of those kindly and I was very happy and contented.
We finally had to leave and I when I reached the door she said: Don't think about too many questions!
And I playfully said back: Asking questions is a way of life!
Smiling, we left the classroom and I went home.

These people are great and what they all have in common is that they are there for me and I trust them. And trust me, i don't trust a lot of people. I thank them wholeheartedly for being there. Thank you.