The Lords of Hydrochloric Acid
*asks everyone to allow her some petulant whining*
I never want to go to school again. I hate everything I'm learning about, I don't care if Macbeth kills Duncan, I don't want to know what the derivative of the inverse sine function is, and I'm actually BAD at what we're doing in chem (and I hate feeling stupid, especially when there are people in that class who are much less intelligent than I and I don't understand anything. Granted, it could be that if we had a competent, English-speaking teacher who understood the questions her students asked her and didn't give back the same four lines over and over and over again to EVERYTHING that goes on, maybe I wouldn't be doing bad right now. I don't know).
If I didn't have my VHS course right now, I don't know what I would do. And I think that if we were reading and discussing anything other that Lord of the Flies I would be complaining about that, too. (Although really all that class is making me want to do is overthrow the government so we can all paint our faces and live like savages with no responsibilities to society or work or the other parts of humanity. Am I insane right now? Quite probably.)
I just want to go run for miles and then shut myself up in my room with my books and my music and my computer and let it rain and be grey and poetic outside so I can write all manner of elegiac poems and beautifully depressing drabbles and fics as I immerse myself in these things that I could spent the rest of my life doing.
If only...
*returns to RL and everything annoying that encompases* Thank you, come again.
I never want to go to school again. I hate everything I'm learning about, I don't care if Macbeth kills Duncan, I don't want to know what the derivative of the inverse sine function is, and I'm actually BAD at what we're doing in chem (and I hate feeling stupid, especially when there are people in that class who are much less intelligent than I and I don't understand anything. Granted, it could be that if we had a competent, English-speaking teacher who understood the questions her students asked her and didn't give back the same four lines over and over and over again to EVERYTHING that goes on, maybe I wouldn't be doing bad right now. I don't know).
If I didn't have my VHS course right now, I don't know what I would do. And I think that if we were reading and discussing anything other that Lord of the Flies I would be complaining about that, too. (Although really all that class is making me want to do is overthrow the government so we can all paint our faces and live like savages with no responsibilities to society or work or the other parts of humanity. Am I insane right now? Quite probably.)
I just want to go run for miles and then shut myself up in my room with my books and my music and my computer and let it rain and be grey and poetic outside so I can write all manner of elegiac poems and beautifully depressing drabbles and fics as I immerse myself in these things that I could spent the rest of my life doing.
If only...
*returns to RL and everything annoying that encompases* Thank you, come again.