The stylish what?

So many different events have occurred since I last wrote in my blog, which I suspect was the day before school started. It is now Friday. First of all, I have earned (without my consent) a new nickname. The stylish... I can't say it. It is too embarrassing. I know I only have 2 readers who already know what it is, but it sounds so odd. You know what? This can be my punishment for not posting, I will tell you that my new nickname is the stylish nerd... There, I said it. Now that the name is out of the way I can explain the history or origin of it.

It dates back to our last art class. I was sitting at my desk, working on the annoying pointillism project I had, and out of the blue, someone asks, "Who thinks Ghazal is a nerd?" Though only a few people raised their hand, a lot of murmurs lead to the conclusion that I was a nerd. I did not think I deserved that title, (so derogatorily of course) so I said I was not. Only to be contradicted by Jessica starting a survey to actually count how many people in the class thought I was a nerd. It was humiliating... Then, in science class... Wait, I forgot to add this before- this was before art class.

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One day I was wearing a scarf to school. I went to science class only to have our teacher pile information on us which we had to learn. As I was studying my hand went to my hair. Apparently our teacher thought I "look like a nerd". I simply stared back and asked if he meant me. He said yes, but not a regular nerd, I have highlights and a fancy scarf, I am a "stylish nerd". The entire class found this suiting and began calling me it for the rest of the block.

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By the art class I was talking to you about, everyone forgot the name except when who-knows-who brought it up again... Then, we had another science class when again we were studying for the test (which was today). Out of the blue, our teacher asked who the smartest person in the class was. Everyone automatically pointed to me, reminding him of the "stylish nerd". Anyway, the nickname has stuck. I hope they forget about it over the weekend...

Anyway, there is not much else to talk about... Correction: There is not much more interesting stuff to talk about. For example,

• I have not been getting enough sleep lately
• I am reading a new book, The Vampire Diaries
• Jameson figured out my locker combination, and if he tells anyone I will delete every comment of his
• The band performed O' Canada at a Battalion game yesterday and we won
• I also met Mr. Zuberi's son yesterday (very cute)
• And, I was brutally insulted- I think this one needs a little explaining...

Okay, so maybe "brutally" insulted is a strong description, but it felt brutal to me. I do not know why, I have handled so many insults before with no problem, then yesterday one guy (whose name will not be disclosed) claims I was going to "scare the ink" out of a frozen pen, and I was extremely hurt. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the stress... But whatever it was, (or maybe I really did feel insulted badly) I snapped like a matchstick. Later that day the person apologized, I did not understand my response myself. I did not talk to that person for the rest of the day, but I do not think it was out of anger, maybe consideration for something Jessica and Aisha suggested. Though, I found it completely ridiculous at the time and still do. Yet something feels odd. I do not know why, but I feel guilty for not talking to that person and getting mad at them after they insulted me. Why in the world should I feel guilty? Well, hopefully I understand soon enough.

Anyway, I have to go now. I hope this post is long enough. By the way, I got a new template.