pissed off potatoes
National Honors Society can eat shit for all i care. I am so angry at everything right now, i just want to break something.
To get into this stupid club, you have to have a certain academic record.
I exceed this.
You have to have a certain service record.
I have a very good one.
You have to have an abundance of extra curricular activities.
I have a bundle.
You have to be of a certain amount of character.
... apparently, i am lacking in this department.
On my rejection letter, there was an "X" next to character. Next to it, the nun who runs the program writes a note saying, "not mature enough". So to fully understand what she means, i go to meet with her. In the meeting, she tells me that several of my teachers don't feel that i "extend my talents to the rest of the class", and that i perform at the bare minimum of what is asked of me. This is funny, because i'm getting either an A of a borderline A in all of my classes, and i haven't had a bad grade in Immaculata so far, so i don't understand how i'm performing at the bare minimum. As for the talents thing, i don't know anyone who does do this, and since no one has ever said that i do need to help all the kids in my AP classes, i wasn't aware that i had this problem. But i nod my head and smile, because there really isn't anything that i can say or do to protest the bullshit thats being fed to me. Its funny, because i have never had any problems with any of my teachers... ever. And apparently, i have this glaring problem of not prancing my intellect around the classroom like a self-absorbed douche bag that several of my teachers have noticed. I could only think of one women who has ever brought this up. But no, several of them think so. They all think very highly of me, and they all agree that i'm a very talented and exceptional young man, but as the aforementioned problem suggests, not NHS material. But i do have good news! I was nominated as for governer's school for creative writing out of the entire junior class. But when i tell my mother this, she can't get past the fact that i got fucked with NHS. So she decides to call up the nun who runs the program. But after she's done talkint to me, all of a sudden, i have some disciplinary problem and she can't believe that i could act immaturely at school. I mean, i suppose it was too much to ask that SOMEONE in my family be on my side when i get screwed like this, but i guess i was being naive. So after reeming me out for my blatant lack of maturity, she says that i should quit forensics. It was not as immediately obvious what my mother was saying, considering that since i didn't make it into NHS, i should try and stay as involved as possible. But, i'm not supposed to argue with my mother. It doesn't mind that its probably the strongest activity i have going for me, or that it will probably help me get into college, or that i'm the 52nd in the country, or that i have a partner who is counting on me. No, none of that matters because she says so. Because the nun who runs forensics is a stupid cunt who doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about, and says that i don't participate in the club when i couldn't have for the past 3 months because of band, and whose lucky that i haven't complained about her to the school for her total lack of knowledge on the club she runs, and for her being a total bitch. No, she has to run and tell the people that well make things alot easier for me come college application time, and tell them how i don't extend my talents. Well fuck everybody, and i hope that bitch dies. I'm so sick of being some little pawn, and being used to promote a program that doesn't help the kids at all unless they're inadvertantly good. I'm sick of having to bend over backwards and take all the hypocrisy that this school so willinlgly dishes out. Fuck all of it, i quit.
To get into this stupid club, you have to have a certain academic record.
I exceed this.
You have to have a certain service record.
I have a very good one.
You have to have an abundance of extra curricular activities.
I have a bundle.
You have to be of a certain amount of character.
... apparently, i am lacking in this department.
On my rejection letter, there was an "X" next to character. Next to it, the nun who runs the program writes a note saying, "not mature enough". So to fully understand what she means, i go to meet with her. In the meeting, she tells me that several of my teachers don't feel that i "extend my talents to the rest of the class", and that i perform at the bare minimum of what is asked of me. This is funny, because i'm getting either an A of a borderline A in all of my classes, and i haven't had a bad grade in Immaculata so far, so i don't understand how i'm performing at the bare minimum. As for the talents thing, i don't know anyone who does do this, and since no one has ever said that i do need to help all the kids in my AP classes, i wasn't aware that i had this problem. But i nod my head and smile, because there really isn't anything that i can say or do to protest the bullshit thats being fed to me. Its funny, because i have never had any problems with any of my teachers... ever. And apparently, i have this glaring problem of not prancing my intellect around the classroom like a self-absorbed douche bag that several of my teachers have noticed. I could only think of one women who has ever brought this up. But no, several of them think so. They all think very highly of me, and they all agree that i'm a very talented and exceptional young man, but as the aforementioned problem suggests, not NHS material. But i do have good news! I was nominated as for governer's school for creative writing out of the entire junior class. But when i tell my mother this, she can't get past the fact that i got fucked with NHS. So she decides to call up the nun who runs the program. But after she's done talkint to me, all of a sudden, i have some disciplinary problem and she can't believe that i could act immaturely at school. I mean, i suppose it was too much to ask that SOMEONE in my family be on my side when i get screwed like this, but i guess i was being naive. So after reeming me out for my blatant lack of maturity, she says that i should quit forensics. It was not as immediately obvious what my mother was saying, considering that since i didn't make it into NHS, i should try and stay as involved as possible. But, i'm not supposed to argue with my mother. It doesn't mind that its probably the strongest activity i have going for me, or that it will probably help me get into college, or that i'm the 52nd in the country, or that i have a partner who is counting on me. No, none of that matters because she says so. Because the nun who runs forensics is a stupid cunt who doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about, and says that i don't participate in the club when i couldn't have for the past 3 months because of band, and whose lucky that i haven't complained about her to the school for her total lack of knowledge on the club she runs, and for her being a total bitch. No, she has to run and tell the people that well make things alot easier for me come college application time, and tell them how i don't extend my talents. Well fuck everybody, and i hope that bitch dies. I'm so sick of being some little pawn, and being used to promote a program that doesn't help the kids at all unless they're inadvertantly good. I'm sick of having to bend over backwards and take all the hypocrisy that this school so willinlgly dishes out. Fuck all of it, i quit.