I woke up and went to school like every other day.... i hop on the train... and then the fuckin train police come in. I reach into the back pocket of my jeans only to feel the bottom of my ass and no wallet. Iam LIKE SHITTT! arghhh... the train officer asked if i had any ID and i explained my story. "No I left my wallet in my car and i had my monthly pass in it." and he said, "Do u have any ID? i was like no u fucking idiot! well i jus said no.. but he asked me this 284382409 zillion times. The officer that interrogated me left to check the other passengers. People stared at me and I thought, "What the fuck are you looking at?!" And i shook my head in disappointment. A teenaged boy replied to a question that i asked the officer earlier and said,"Its 70 dollars.." I said, "Really you got caught?" Another woman replied, "Its 140.." Everyone started to compare stories about how they got caught. My feeling towards these people changed, as i realized that the looks they were giving me were looks of sympathy and not mockery; like what i do when i see fuckin retards get caught... i mock them -_-... IAM A CHANGED MAN! The 2 security officers escorted me off the train and I sat down on a bench while they did the interrogation of shame. I stuck my tongue out like a lil kid as the passengers on the opposing railway stared at me like i was a common thug.. He asked me that same fuckin question about ID..? i was like yoo.. Anyway his dumbass asked me for my info, name, height and shit, address.. But something possessed me to be an asshole...I grinned evily and my eyes opened widely as a feeling of psychopathic blood lust came over me. I rudely remarked " You know i could be lying to you. You would never know if i was telling the truth. I could be making it up." He replied, "Then the next time i see you you're going to jail." I stared at him directly in his face and said, "Yeah i just wanted to fuck with you." (In a threatening way) Shit like this could get you in the slammer.. I guess I started to grow some balls. Iam not usually like this, I dont get mad... I usually just get really sad and whiney..like a fag...-_- I arrived at math class an hour or something late. When I got my test i recieved a 40. I didnt do my take home final for Micro, but luckily i was able to finish it b4 class started. When i got to Micro class everyone was in a frenzy, people were trying to finish up their take homes and share answers. People asked to see mine... it was all niceley typed and easy to read which meant mad people used mine to cheat off of. The test answers spread throughought the room like a ripple effect in a pond. When i got my exam back a paper was ripped off the staple, and another one was wet.. WTF!! beasty.. ehh iam glad to help out any time.. In class i got into a squabble with some loud mouthed asshole. He said he was gonna fuck me up. I said, "Really? Lets go right now!" and he said,"After class." oOOooo... I was gonna fuck dis nigga up! I called up my boy Ron Rivera and i told him to wait at the bookstore. Then I went to the bathroom and i started to shadow box.. it wasnt a great idea because if you swing as hard as i do your shoulder could get sore. When i got to class people were wondering what was wrong with me. They asked me, "Hey Pat, Why are you awake?" finish later... gotta study