rant rant rant
[Come to your senses…]
Uuum… going to break my day down into classes because it’s just the lazy way to say “what a crappy day.”
Art is going to be the death of me. I never thought I’d say this, but it’s terrible. I can’t draw to save my life and Mrs. Lynch hates everything that I do, I know she does. Sociology is decent, but for some reason I have a really difficult time paying any attention in that class. His shoes were squeaking today, maybe that’s why. English is amusing, and for the first time I like Mrs. Lingardo, maybe because it‘s the first time she‘s really said anything with the except of when she was talking about “Song of Myself” and “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” Math is fun because… well, it’s math and formulas and it makes sense. Sense, sense! History is fun, but not so fun. It reminds me that I’m stupid, but I’m not as stupid as some people… but people are loud. I love study hall with Kristina. Physics continued to be a nightmare and the plague of my life… even more than Art. What a waste of my time. I know I’m going to fail anyway. Gym is… gym.
Signed up for the PSATs. Isn’t that funny?
I’d also like to say that I hate short skirts. What the Hell is this society coming to that our parents let their freaking kids out of the house dressed like that? It’s disgusting. I saw this girl with this skirt so far up her ass today that if she bent over just a little, I would probably actually see her ass, or her thong, or whatever. Not to sound too “prude” or anything, but that’s just gross. I mean, c’mon. Can you not stop your kids from walking out of the house like that?
And what’s worse is that our teacher’s don’t say anything about it! The only one I’ve heard say anything about it at all was Mr. Lindner, and it’s not even that’s WONDERFUL of him because he only says it to this one girl yet ignores Kerry, who’s ass cheeks were showing the other day. Literally. Can we say indecent? I mean, we could say other things, but that wouldn’t be nice of me! Gross. Gross, just gross. Seriously though, we do not enforce out so called ‘dress code’ at school until spring rolls ’round, and even then we see it. It’s like teachers have their favorites, who usually have nice legs and are thin. If I wore a skirt like that I’d have a teacher down my throat about it in two seconds. I should do a study.
Oh, and by the way. I am a vacuous, vapid nonentity. I really don’t say much of anything in the course of the day. I mean, I see all these people raising their hands to participate and I just fail to make any attempt except in History and on occasion, I will roll my eyes in Math and call out an answer because too many people are too concerned with their skirt not being short enough to realize that when a+3=6, a=3. Hello you pinheads, wake up!
Uuum… going to break my day down into classes because it’s just the lazy way to say “what a crappy day.”
Art is going to be the death of me. I never thought I’d say this, but it’s terrible. I can’t draw to save my life and Mrs. Lynch hates everything that I do, I know she does. Sociology is decent, but for some reason I have a really difficult time paying any attention in that class. His shoes were squeaking today, maybe that’s why. English is amusing, and for the first time I like Mrs. Lingardo, maybe because it‘s the first time she‘s really said anything with the except of when she was talking about “Song of Myself” and “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” Math is fun because… well, it’s math and formulas and it makes sense. Sense, sense! History is fun, but not so fun. It reminds me that I’m stupid, but I’m not as stupid as some people… but people are loud. I love study hall with Kristina. Physics continued to be a nightmare and the plague of my life… even more than Art. What a waste of my time. I know I’m going to fail anyway. Gym is… gym.
Signed up for the PSATs. Isn’t that funny?
I’d also like to say that I hate short skirts. What the Hell is this society coming to that our parents let their freaking kids out of the house dressed like that? It’s disgusting. I saw this girl with this skirt so far up her ass today that if she bent over just a little, I would probably actually see her ass, or her thong, or whatever. Not to sound too “prude” or anything, but that’s just gross. I mean, c’mon. Can you not stop your kids from walking out of the house like that?
And what’s worse is that our teacher’s don’t say anything about it! The only one I’ve heard say anything about it at all was Mr. Lindner, and it’s not even that’s WONDERFUL of him because he only says it to this one girl yet ignores Kerry, who’s ass cheeks were showing the other day. Literally. Can we say indecent? I mean, we could say other things, but that wouldn’t be nice of me! Gross. Gross, just gross. Seriously though, we do not enforce out so called ‘dress code’ at school until spring rolls ’round, and even then we see it. It’s like teachers have their favorites, who usually have nice legs and are thin. If I wore a skirt like that I’d have a teacher down my throat about it in two seconds. I should do a study.
Oh, and by the way. I am a vacuous, vapid nonentity. I really don’t say much of anything in the course of the day. I mean, I see all these people raising their hands to participate and I just fail to make any attempt except in History and on occasion, I will roll my eyes in Math and call out an answer because too many people are too concerned with their skirt not being short enough to realize that when a+3=6, a=3. Hello you pinheads, wake up!