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| School is such a waste of my time. Honestly, do I ever really truly learn anything? Only in Mr. Lacke's class... one class out of 8. That's a pretty bad ratio. All it is is social conditioning. Setting down the base for society to get ahold of you. Scare you into this idea that if you dont go to college, if you dont get a job, if you dont get the wife and the kids and the labrador in the suburbs you're going to be a homeless derelict. That is such shit, I have a 3.8 and I sleep in all of my classes! It's rediculous. I dont even do my homework and I'm still getting A's and high B's! I know more than half the teachers!! Plus, wouldn't you think they could at least make their mind control somewhat interesting? I learn more in my sleep than I do any given day at wonderful Cambridge High. And they have the nerve to interrupt me. |
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| More Things I Hate Propaganda A Day No Pigs Would Die High "skewl" Deciet Cheesy/Bad Poetry Gov & Econ Any Shade of Pink Lace & Frill Greed Narcissism Dragon Ball Z Changing Diapers Fishing for Compliments Slander Mr. Kennedy Exit Interviews Librarianazis Whole Milk Not Having a Car Heroine Egomaniacs Melodrama Whining Assumptions Money Fashionmongers Obligations Cocky Jocks Blatant Stupidity Cruelty |
| I really hate that my mom talks down to me like I'm a fool, and then acts like I've hurt her feelings by taking offense. I'm not a fucking child, I know I'm smarter than she is and yet she still acts like I'm this naive uninformed mentally defunct individual that needs everything to be spelled out in triplicate. Also, then it always turns into this, "you dont handle anything right" because we all know mother knows best. "You have such a sarcastic attitude about everything, I dont know if that's the only way you view and approach things." Just yesterday I told her I was going to write a formal letter of complaint to my school when I graduate. She, in turn, asked what said letter would entail. Therefore, I listed my reasons as any other cynical individual would in normal conversation, bluntly with a sardonic flare. "Oh you shouldn't say it like that, you have a good point but with your approach they'll never take you seriously. They'll just dismiss you." Like I'd be thick enough to say verbatim, "Mr. Kennedy is retarded, he has problems spelling five letter words for christ's sake... Idiot's should not be allowed to "teach"." No, me being the verbose indivudual that I tend to think that I am, would create something very ostentatious in nature to clearly and maturely portray my points. However, she does not know me or my capabilities which is exactly why that discussion always leads into the, "You dont respect me, you dont listen, you dont do anything right, you're a terrible daughter, I wish I never had you" drama in which she cries and tries to make me feel guilty yet again for being alive and inconveniencing her life. Well Mom, I'm sorry that you neglected me until now and then wonder why I have little more than contempt for you. I'm sorry if it "breaks your heart", but it's no picnic knowing that I "am a mistake" that you would change. Respect is a two way street. |
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