It's Friday!

I got on the train this morning and I had to study for my math test. However, my friend Jessica wanted me to help her do her math (she's doing it for pleasure). While I study my parametric equations, Jessica occasionally interrupts me so I can help her. Today I taught her how to multiply and divide with a calculator. Imagine if she didn't have a calculator.
There was another problem on the train. This little kid didn't want to go to school today so he wailed for fifteen minutes. He was so loud that a dead man could wake up and cover his ears. However, the guy taking care of him, Eric, just gave him his smartphone and he instantly calmed down.
"That's so sad," I tell him.
"I know right?" Eric replies.
"Yep. If there's a problem with the kiddos, consumerism will shut them up." Eric just laughs at that. Seriously though, it's scary to think that nothing will stop a kid from crying but a smartphone. Hugs have been replaced with phones and security blankets by PS3's.
I also got some test results back. I took this test to measure my intelligence and I scored pretty high. I was in the top 5%. The top 1% means you're gifted. I did pretty well though and I'm happy with my results.
"Can you take the test again?" my dad asks.
"But why? I think I did pretty well," I answer.
"You should be in the gifted range," my dad continues. The thing that hurt my test results was that I was slow. I like to take my time to see if the answers are correct, but I should have just done it as fast as I could.
"But I'm not," I say.
"That means the test is wrong."
I blink and don't say anything else. I just wonder if I'll ever be enough for my parents.
Of course, you want to know what's going on with Impala right? Mark, a guy who is probably just slightly smarter, but way more violent than she is, was Impala's boyfriend. Remember that life isn't like math. You can't take a negative and a negative and it will become a positive. Things will just stay negative. However, Mark and Impala broke up today.
"Oh such drama!" I exclaim.
"They should be a TV show," my friend Jaelyn says. We laugh about it and then go on the bus home. On the bus, Mark talks to me.
"Paige, would you be embarrased if you dated me?" Mark signs to me. I just remain silent for a while, shocked.
"Mark, I don't want to date you," I tell him finally. I feel like I have to take a shower afterwards.
You know what's sad though? That I was Mark's rebound girl after Impala. Impala for crying out loud! It just goes to show how low I am on the social food chain. I'm talking zooplankton low. Am I really that undesirable at school? Am I really that hated? You know what's really strange though? I'm happy being on the outside looking in. I don't have all of these relationship problems like some of my friends or god forbid, Mark and Impala. There's none of that added complexity.
I wonder if anyone actually reads this blog.