Hey all. Today was a half day at school, but it was far from the most wonderful day in the world. Not burning hell, but no joyride either. The worst part of the day (and about 95% of why it wasn't good) happened at school, though I'm far from knowing the whole story. In short, a girl in colorguard, a really sweet freshman girl named Andrea (we call her Andy)....... I found out today that her dad beats her. Her side is all bruised up I think, and she stayed the night at a friend's house last night to get away from him. He came to school today to get her and she asked the school to please not let her go with him. They got a hold of social services, but they let her dad take her to go and talk to them. Come on, people. There were twenty high schoolers in that guidance room with her, myself included, that knew she'd get beaten all the way there, and then after she'd told them what had happened she'd probably have to go home with him anyway due to some worthless policy and get beaten for telling them the truth. And no one else could with her to make sure she was safe..... I'm usually nothing short of a cynical jackass at school, but I started crying for her today. The whiny ass from colorguard, I always thought of her as during marching band season. No longer do I think that of her inner self... *sighs* Today, I think I truly lost faith in our country's claims for having "liberty and justice for all." I've doubted this country for a few years, but today I saw that with my own two eyes. Today made it hit with reality. The ordeal made me sick earlier today, and it makes me sick now. I can't stand this place, whether or not I could stand any other place on this earth. The rest of the day didn't have any thing near as big as that involved. I spent the afternoon with Trisha (who else). We ate pasta and drank tea for lunch, which I literally almost choked on when playing Crash Bandicoot Racing because Trisha made me laugh when I took a drink. Thank heavens it went out my nose... I know that sounds a little gross to some of you, lol, but it was better than the alternatives. I was happy it did and even happier to breath. But enough of that. We went over to her house when her dad got off of work around 3. It took her dad and us about an hour and a half to two hours to get the internet to work then. He left to go somewhere then, and we looked up FF8 pics for her diary we're making. That involves a few slight difficulties discusses on the entry I made on there, and I'm too lazy to go on about them again. We'll work something out about that sometime since it's not at the top of my agenda right now... not that I know what IS at the top. I'm kind of tired, so I think I'm going to end this entry. Yeah... I am. Good night everyone. Just... Brittany. P.S. If you think I'm being melodramatic about today, good for you. I really don't... care. We're just... kids. On an online diary site.