| Idiots |
| So I just finished my first week back to school. What's my schedule, you ask? |
| Spanish 3 Honors 3-D Design Physics AP English Language AP US History Pre-Calculus |
| Let's start with Spanish 3 Honors ... Okay ... so the first people I noticed were black. I'm not saying that ALL black people are Spanish-illiterate, but the ones I saw in my class certainly were. I had most of them for regular Spanish 2, and they were barely passing as it was. So how the FUCK did they make it into Spanish 3 Honors? Mr. Romo explains that everyone was in Spanish 3 Honors only because 1) they received an A/B in their previous Spanish class, or 2) they had a good teacher recommendation. So tell me ... THESE MOTHERFUCKING RETARDS WHO BARELY GOT A "C" GRADE IN SPANISH 2 AND COULDN'T CONVINCE THE TEACHER TO GIVE THEM GODDAMN RECOMMENDATIONS FOR SPANISH 3 HONORS EVEN IF THEIR LIVES DEPENDED ON IT MANAGED TO GET INTO SPANISH 3 HONORS!?!!?!? Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?! I work my fucking ass off deciphering this foreign language, stayed up well past midnight completing various assignments, and these FUCKING IDIOTS GET IN THE HONORS CLASS JUST BECAUSE THEIR FUCKING COUNSELORS ARE FUCKING IDIOTS WHO DON'T EVEN FOLLOW THE FUCKING RULES!?!?! God fucking damn these people! For example, there's this guy named Asif in my class. He was such a goddamned moron. Always asking the people around him how to do this, why he has to do that, how come this doesn't work with that, and blah blah blah! He literally tortured me last year in Spanish 2 cause of his constant bitching and whining about not getting it. MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A FUCKING NUMBSKULL YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK THE TEACHER IS TRYING TO SAY, DUMBASS! Like this one time in Spanish 2, we were gonna take our test and the teacher was reviewing the basics of the test. She specifically stated, "NONE of your answers should include "me" at the end." Next thing you know, Asif is writing on his test, "Uso un tenedor para a comerme." Hey, doesn't that translate into ... I USE A (MOTHERFUCKING) FORK TO EAT MY (GODDAMNED IDIOTIC) SELF, (OH GOD I SHOULD SET MYSELF ABLAZE TO GET RID OF MY CURSED STUPID GENES FROM THIS WORLD). Note: The words in parentheses are added in for dramatic effect. I can't motherfucking believe that this fucker ACTUALLY made it to Spanish 3 Honors. Hell, I still can't fucking believe he made it PAST Spanish 2! Argh ... |
| ... and onto AP English ... Just one word sums it all ... ASIF. Yes, that idiot fucker is in AP English too. Can you believe this? That idiot is in AP English too. But I'm not going to keep bashing this guy, cause I'm getting sick and tired of thinking about him. Let's move onto the fob. The summer before the new school year started, the fob was asking me to help her with AP English and crap, cause it was too hard for her to do on her own. Now here's the part where it gets illogical ... if you can't handle AP English, just WHY are you taking it? Hell, you're not even supposed to BE in AP English! One of the basic requirements for this class was that you had to have been in English Honors classes in your previous years in high school. The fob came from a regular English class, and she never knew how Honors English worked. Then for some inane reason, her counselor gave her AP English just for the hell of it. See, this is what I hate about counselors. Sure, they might be "cool" enough to give you every class you want, but then you start bitching about how hard these "Honors/AP" classes are, and then you change your whole shit around to get all the easy classes, and in the end you fuck up so many other classes. For example ... you decided, for some stupid reason, to take a class you couldn't handle (let's say AP English). You fill up a slot in 4th period for the first couple days, but then you want to drop cause it's too fucking hard. So then you go back to your counselor and you get placed in a regular English class ... let's say 5th period. But your counselor neglected the fact that 5th period English is already fucking crowded as it is, and you just made that class SUPER crowded cause you entered it. THEN, more dumbasses who just wanted to be put in AP English but couldn't handle it start dropping out of 4th period also, and they can only go to regular English 5th period cause all the other English classes were filled already. So then you're making 5th period even more crowded ... AND you just made 4th period AP English a fucking ghost town. So now, they have to move the remaining people in 4th period AP English to the 2nd period AP English, FUCKING UP all of their current 2nd periods, causing them to have to change their whole goddamn schedule, just cause you were too much of a fucking dumbass to see that you couldn't handle a fucking AP class. ARGH ... Anyways, back to the subject. So the fob asked me if I would help her, and I said yes. Remember, the word I used was "help". Towards the end of this week, she then asked me if I had done the AP English assignment. I said I had done half of it, and then she proceeded to ask "lemme copy your answers and i'll figure it out myself". More illogical nonsense ... I said I would HELP you with your work, not DO YOUR FUCKING HOMEWORK for you. Argh ... So then a couple days later comes our Vietnamese Club meeting. It was our first meeting of the semester, and we were introducing the officers. So then, for some unknown reason, everyone decided to pick on me. I didn't mind it that much ... until I heard those two words that I just can't fucking stand ... PRETTY BOY. Then the annoying fob comes up to me and starts trying to jack my chicken ... and when I refused to give her some food, she proceeded to call me ... PRETTY BOY. I'm betting $100 that some of you morons reading this are saying to yourselves, "Dude, what's wrong with bein' called a pretty boy?" I'll tell you what's wrong with being called a pretty boy ... THE PRETTY BOY IS A MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE THAT EVERYONE HATES CAUSE HE'S SUCH AN ARROGANT PRICK WITH THAT FAGASS GRIN ON HIS FACE ALL THE FUCKING TIME AND HE'S SO FUCKING POPULAR JUST CAUSE HE LOOKS "HOT", WHEN IN REALITY HE'S PROBABLY A HOMOSEXUAL STILL AFRAID TO COME OUT OF HIS GODDAMNED PINK CLOSET. I can't stand pretty boys ... ever since I was a little kid, couldn't stand those fucking fags. Always walking around with their slicked-back hair and fancyass clothes ... thinking they rule the school cause they're so popular with the ladies ... every time I see one, I think to myself, "What kind of retarded society worships these imbeciles?" Just thinking about that gives me a fucking headache that takes weeks to get over, so I try not to think about it too often. So now you know why pretty boys suck so much fag ass. Now, can you FUCKING explain to me how the hell I AM a pretty boy!? WHY the hell would you call me a pretty boy in the first place! So obviously, the fucking fob didn't realize that I ABHOR being called a pretty boy, and she kept saying it over and over, and on and on went that damned fob. Kinda like a stupid(-er) version of the Energizer Bunny on crack or something. Then, when I couldn't STAND it any fucking more, I tell her that I wouldn't help her AT ALL with the English assignment. Here's a part of the conversation on AIM: Fob: fine..wont call u dat nemore Me: too late fob Me: :P Fob: no... i take it back Fob: stop being a fag Fob: i have alot of hw.. Me: stop being a fob! Fob: man... this is wat i get So then she starts apologizing cause I won't help her anymore ... well, that isn't exactly true. I don't help her ... I fucking KEEP HER ALIVE. Yeah, you heard me. I'm like the fob's life support in school or something. Life support gone = dead fob. On and on she begs and begs, and then she calls me a "fag". Wow ... smart move! Call me a pretty boy, and then while apologizing, call me a fag while you're at it! Damn fob ... you're a genius! A FUCKING GENIUS. I'm writing this section on Monday, September 15th, the day before the English assignment is due. She STILL tried asking me for my study guide answers, but there's no way in fucking Hell is she getting them from me. Everyone I gave the guide to, I told NOT to give to the fob. And now she's trying to get the study guide answers from her cousin Diep (you all remember her, right? Fuck Off). I wonder if Nancy (the fob) will ever grow up and learn how to do things on her own ... or will she go on in life depending on others? Well, whatever ... not in the mood to finish this quite yet, but I'll upload it anyways ... |
| If you want to know more about my hatred for pretty boys, go to Girls and read THE ONE ... |
| Thien |