I've decided to list the 4 reasons why i know for a fact the people of Haiti who work at my school hate me.
1.) I asked one of them that was vacuuming our hall to give me an arm massage and extended my arm, he stared at me and kept vacuuming... i would have settled for a simple hand massage.
2.) The lady that was cleaning our bathroom was going about her day, and then i offered her $5 to clean my room and she started yelling that it wasn't her job to clean my room. Bitch. My room is part of this school.
3.) I fell asleep in the library and awoke to a scary haitian staring at me and giving me devil looks! it was like a scene out of Rosemarys baby! I felt like I was Mia Farrow and had to protect my nonexistent child...
4.) I went to the cafeteria because I had lost my ID and the bitch started yelling at me to leave, that they were closed for lunch and wouldnt let me get a word in so I had to yell BITCH I LOST MY ID! I DONT WANT DAMN FOOD! and then she kept yelling. My ID ended up being in my room.
Point is, natural disasters make people bitter. Hey I had to live with George W Bush in office for 8 years. FUCKING DEAL!
