Names omitted in case people are still stalking my LJ. Yeah, fuck off, history class member.
Yeah, this is another petty school-related rant. But it really needs to be said.
I am so fucking sick of my gym class. I don't even know if I can express why. I mean, the things that happen...it's not like they're so bad, singled out. Not really. But the buildup...that's what's pissing me off. I mean, it's just...like, today, for instance. One guy showed up in...well, I don't really know what to call them, but the shorts barely came down over his ass. Maybe it was funny when he popped out of the locker rooms. At first. Maybe. But waltzing around, pulling them even higher up and wiggling his ass around in front of the net while we're trying to play volleyball, just. No. Seriously. It's not funny. Frankly, it's disturbing. And kind of disgusting. I'm not alone on this, either.
And this other guy. For some reason he's been placed on my 'team' more times than I can count. And sure, dude, maybe you're good at basketball. God knows you're worthless for anything else. But can you, oh, I dunno, fucking play the sport you're supposed to when you're supposed to? Is that too much to ask? It's not even that I'm a stickler for rules. Really. But fuck, you don't ditch your team when you get bored with the game to go fuck up whatever the sophomores are doing. You don't ditch your team to go shoot baskets. It's common fucking sense.
And our teacher doesn't even fucking do anything about it! I mean, our old teacher would've done something. It wouldn't have done anything, but the effort would still be there. But the new guy? He can't control us. He docked points from one of the girls for wearing sandals but not the guy who fucking threw a volleyball at another girl in a fit of anger for losing the point! And I'm not gonna give him leeway because it's his first teaching job. Sure, we're a difficult class. None of us care. Hell, the most effort I've put in was in the hockey unit, and that was only because I still do have that violent streak left over from seventh grade. I may be mellower and have more self control since then, but if that control breaks...god, I don't even want to consider what'll happen. It won't be pretty, I can tell you that.
I guess...yeah, this may seem kind of petty. These things aren't really that much to be getting worked up over. But it's just this neverending bullshit. And it's sad, because there are a couple people in my class that are actually pretty cool. I like having class with them; they're fun to hang around. But the others just ruin it. It could be a fun class, where we blow off steam. It could. But instead, it just pisses me off more, and it ends up getting ranted about in English, and, by the way, we're still not learning anything in that class. We have an actual teacher now, but she's not really doing anything. Maybe it'll get better, we'll see.
And just because my hour had to be even better, I walked out of the locker room to find a mutilated apple scattered all around the door. The jackasses have been throwing food again, and we're kicked out of the fieldhouse for the rest of the week. Again. I don't mind eating in the art room, but damn, I like having a choice!
Unrelated, but I submitted an ink drawing to the Great Frame Up yesterday. It's pretty damn cool, take my word for it. I meant to get a scan or a picture of it, but totally forgot. Eh, whatever. I'm hoping it'll get in, but no big if it doesn't. Now I just have to print my stuff out for Out of the Blue (gotta figure out how I get around to submitting things for that...) and I'm good. Based on stuff from last year, though, not sure they'll really like my submission, but hey, should be fun anyway.
I am so fucking sick of my gym class. I don't even know if I can express why. I mean, the things that happen...it's not like they're so bad, singled out. Not really. But the buildup...that's what's pissing me off. I mean, it's just...like, today, for instance. One guy showed up in...well, I don't really know what to call them, but the shorts barely came down over his ass. Maybe it was funny when he popped out of the locker rooms. At first. Maybe. But waltzing around, pulling them even higher up and wiggling his ass around in front of the net while we're trying to play volleyball, just. No. Seriously. It's not funny. Frankly, it's disturbing. And kind of disgusting. I'm not alone on this, either.
And this other guy. For some reason he's been placed on my 'team' more times than I can count. And sure, dude, maybe you're good at basketball. God knows you're worthless for anything else. But can you, oh, I dunno, fucking play the sport you're supposed to when you're supposed to? Is that too much to ask? It's not even that I'm a stickler for rules. Really. But fuck, you don't ditch your team when you get bored with the game to go fuck up whatever the sophomores are doing. You don't ditch your team to go shoot baskets. It's common fucking sense.
And our teacher doesn't even fucking do anything about it! I mean, our old teacher would've done something. It wouldn't have done anything, but the effort would still be there. But the new guy? He can't control us. He docked points from one of the girls for wearing sandals but not the guy who fucking threw a volleyball at another girl in a fit of anger for losing the point! And I'm not gonna give him leeway because it's his first teaching job. Sure, we're a difficult class. None of us care. Hell, the most effort I've put in was in the hockey unit, and that was only because I still do have that violent streak left over from seventh grade. I may be mellower and have more self control since then, but if that control breaks...god, I don't even want to consider what'll happen. It won't be pretty, I can tell you that.
I guess...yeah, this may seem kind of petty. These things aren't really that much to be getting worked up over. But it's just this neverending bullshit. And it's sad, because there are a couple people in my class that are actually pretty cool. I like having class with them; they're fun to hang around. But the others just ruin it. It could be a fun class, where we blow off steam. It could. But instead, it just pisses me off more, and it ends up getting ranted about in English, and, by the way, we're still not learning anything in that class. We have an actual teacher now, but she's not really doing anything. Maybe it'll get better, we'll see.
And just because my hour had to be even better, I walked out of the locker room to find a mutilated apple scattered all around the door. The jackasses have been throwing food again, and we're kicked out of the fieldhouse for the rest of the week. Again. I don't mind eating in the art room, but damn, I like having a choice!
Unrelated, but I submitted an ink drawing to the Great Frame Up yesterday. It's pretty damn cool, take my word for it. I meant to get a scan or a picture of it, but totally forgot. Eh, whatever. I'm hoping it'll get in, but no big if it doesn't. Now I just have to print my stuff out for Out of the Blue (gotta figure out how I get around to submitting things for that...) and I'm good. Based on stuff from last year, though, not sure they'll really like my submission, but hey, should be fun anyway.