








... Okay. I was so fucking proud. Every thing was hunky dory. The year was ending
almost smoothly, and I found out I was headed into English Honors. Therefore, next year, instead of mingling with the morons who never pick up a damn book in their miserable, spoiled lives, I can be with the people [still in my grade, of course] and discuss the plots and such in classic stories and the stuff.
But no. Some fucking kid had to have his fucking mom complain about the precious child [I heard he had an A average, sure, let him in.] not accepted.
So... Martin, the English Honors teacher, was originally going to cut 5 kids because there were too many fucks in the class.
Do you know what the fucking English department does?
They fucking add TWELVE MORE KIDS, and instead of two College Prep classes and one Honors class, they fucking TURN ONE CP INTO A FUCKING HONORS CLASS.
THIS DEFEATS THE ENTIRE PURPOSE OF HAVING AN HONORS SYSTEM.
Yes, I cried. I actually thought, stupid me, "Hey... maybe I am a little smart. Awesome, I'm in honors? Cool! I have skills! I'm finally gonna be reading good books and be with smart people for at least 45 minutes."
No. I'm not special. I'm not smart. I'm nothing.
They stick the fucking JOCKS in our class - boys who never even bothered finishing
Animal Farm, a masterpiece that you could complete in a fucking DAY.
Hey, maybe some of them will drop out.
But I'm gonna bitch and moan at the English department, because no one knows how much this fucking means to me.
This is the only/first honors class I'm going into.
Why the fuck can we come in and out as we please with the fucking English department, but Math and Science and all that fucking shit will not budge huh?
Do you know how my school runs?
It's run by the fucking parents. Not the faculty. I go to one of those college prep private schools that have rules, but if the staff have the right to enforce them, and do, the FUCKING SPOILED IDIOTS SEND THEIR SNARLING PARENTS OFF THE LEASH, AND ATTACK THE FUCKING PRINCIPLE AND THE LACKEYS WHO WORK BENEATH THEM. Disgusting.
I seriously hate this school, but I've gotten so accustomed here, and I
hate meeting new people, so I'm just gonna have to cope until I get into college and stuff...
So yeah. I'm miffed.
And?
I got a C on my Vocabulary test which Hazbin is gonna count THREE times into our grade book. [mind you, I get A's all year long in that class]
I got a D on my math test.
And I got a B on my math quiz. <- only good news I've heard in years
Not to mention my fucking science teacher took the book I was reading,
Airframe, away. Yeah, THAT'S gonna make me pay attention. So, in childish retaliation, I put my head down and SLEPT through her fucking class.
Fuck that bitch. As much as I love my teachers, fuck the fuck out of them.
You have no right to say I don't study, and that's why I get bad grades. I work my fucking ass off on math, history, and English. However, I do admit that when it comes to science, I do slack off. But I don't give a shit. Science does nothing but make you look smart. Don't take it the wrong way, I love education, I love science, I love learning in general. It's just... gtfo of my face. Nao.
I'm so going to fail that fucking Grammar final we have to tomorrow.
This year sucks.
I really just wanna die.
Oh, yeah, and now my cousin thinks she's on top of the world. I don't hate her, I love my cousin. It's just... she got one Honors bumper sticker [that's what they give you if you get good grades] so now she's trying to act all grown up and stuff.
There's a difference between being mature and unnecessarily behaving like an adult. There's also a difference between confidence and arrogance. ~Me
So yeah.
Fuck this.





Okay, although this is old news, I'm still miffed about it inside. However, I know when to shut my trap and not milk a story, so I'mma just post it and run.
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Okay, before I start to sound like a whiny priss, it's not just school that's crawling under my skin, and not just the bastards running it, or the psychotics who flog them daily. You know how the real estate business is really recessing in this crappy economy these days? My parents are in the real estate business... Do the math. We're not dirt poor, and I'm grateful for that, but my mom and dad are clinging to every cent we have. It's scaring me. And everyone over here is usually stressed out, angry, or on edge - and that's including me. ... So... *grumble*