SnowSnowSnow!

Unfortunately, it's not snowing right here, right now. BUT it's supposed to snow tomorrow, anywhere from six to twelve inches, but a more reasonable range would be six to nine (as Tyler in his shirt and tie told the whole student body on the morning announcements). I'm praying we have a snow day tomorrow because honestly, I don't want to go, at all, even though I'm not doing much. I guess the real reason is that I don't want to get my biology test back. I mean, I know I failed, but seeing it in red ink makes it even more depressing. I'm pretty positive we'll have an early dismissal at the very least, but that still means I have to get through biology. Guh.
Another topic I need to ramble about: my mother.
Around a month ago, one of my mom's students that she knows fairly well came to her and said, "Costy (I swear that's what they call her), I need a pass to get out of *insert class name here*!" My mom said no, she couldn't give her a pass, and this girl said, "I'll give you my Facebook password for a week, and you can creep on your daughters!" Wow, way to sell me out there, kid. My mom took the deal but after a week, the girl didn't change her password because she trusted my mom to stick to her word and stop using her Facebook account. However, she didn't, and this morning when I found out, I almost blew a fuse. The fact that this student trusted my mother enough to think, "You know, I trust her to stop, she's a teacher, I don't need to change my password" and my mom went against every bullshit honesty policy she ever had, it drove me crazy. We had a (loud) argument this morning and I said what she was doing wasn't right, even if she was just doing it because my younger sister is too naive and wild and needs to be watched over. My mom said, "Do you have something to hide?! If not, why should it frigging matter if I'm looking at your profile?!" No, I don't have anything to hide. And she doesn't have anything to hide on her work email address. But that still doesn't justify anything if I were to hack into her email. The fact that we don't have anything to hide doesn't make it right to invade our privacy. I told her all that, and said that Amanda (the student) should know what she was doing. She said if I sent any message, I would be "in a lot of fucking trouble," but I don't care. I'm not going to let something like this slip because I'm selfish and don't want to be punished, and she thinks that because she's my mother, she's right all the time. So I sent Amanda a message telling her what my mom was doing. Now, my fate is pretty much in this student's hands.
I got into another argument with my mom afterschool and ran upstairs furious and halfway to tears only to find the first issue in a new series of Umbrella Academy comics sitting on my dresser. It's amazing how when you think someone you love has abandoned you, they appear right when you need them. Thanks & tons of love to Gerard Way for that one.
Andddddddddd I came home to find Amber's Christmas card/gift on my counter. It was two mixes, a lovelyyyy card, and a bracelet (which I didn't discover for a while HAHA I'm smart).
I frigging love you, Amber. That made my day. :)