I'd rather take a bullet
After visiting Tallahassee over spring break and spending time in the epitome of a college environment, I was made aware of two things: 1) I fucking love college, and 2) I want to cherish the last two months of my high school lifestyle while I still have the opportunity.
So I arose early this morning, geared and determined to make the best out of the next seven weeks, but I soon realized I was very, very wrong about my number two. I can’t imagine loathing anything more than the institution our conformist society has deemed not only necessary, but essential to our educational growth: high school.
After I entered my trigonometry class roughly 7 minutes late (I do realize that I have a time management problem), I was told to graph my spring break by the distance I traveled. Now, I haven’t fully grasped the purposes of Trigonometry yet-mainly because my “teacher” is a Florida Southern graduate who majored in history and received a teaching certificate three weeks into our course-but I don’t think it has anything to do with graphing how far Tallahassee is away from Lakeland.
Basically after my first period, it all went down hill. I spent half of second taking semi-interesting notes. In third, I sat in a plethora of busy work to complete, since Miss Leland (or Mrs. Slocum these days) decided to get pregnant and leave half way through the year to deliver a child with a weird name, and choose a crazy British substitute to take over for her. Apparently I have four chapters to outline, seven tests to take, and 14 chapters to review before May 8th. Thanks Miss Leland.
I wont bore you with the rest of my day, but it involved a latin translation about Ulysses, a lot of ill-prepared orchestra music, and a chorus teacher who discussed young actors half her age whom she has fantasized about. Gross.
But beyond my decision that I would rather take a bullet than finish the rest of my senior year, I believe that I'm finally recovering from my compulsive skipping problem. Although the new orchestra room entrance, which conveniently leads me directly across from the senior parking lot, I can only predict will lead to no good. No good at all.