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Rant time!
So in history class, everyday there's these group of girls (whose names I will withhold) who just sit there. They're in a few advanced classes it seems, but everyday. "This is the only class I do work in!" Okay, well then stfu and stop complaining. If the hardest thing you have to do all day is take notes about Jimmy Carter, well then boo hoo, suck it up. Then today it's like "I have to write a FIVE HUNDRED WORD ESSAY." OH NO. FIVE HUNDRED FUCKING WORDS. "What!! That's RIDICULOUS!" "Yeah, it has to be between five hundred and A THOUSAND." "WHAT! Is she CRAZY?"
Now if any of these people used their brains, or even just the word count option on MS Word, they might know that 500 words is less than a page and a half. Usually. But it's not like they'd be using any words longer than maybe 7 letters so they really have nothing to worry about.
Though maybe the task is made a little more daunting because they DIDN'T BOTHER TO READ THE BOOK THEY'RE WRITING A PAPER ABOUT. Granted, I've done this before (Wuthering Heights anyone? Crime and Punishment?) but at least I didn't WHINE about how many fucking words it needed to have. Then they will sit there and start counting words every three lines. And as soon as they hit 500 and finish a sentence, that's it. They just stop. And I want to SCREAM. PLEASE PEOPLE YOU HAVE BRAINS SOMEWHERE, I ASSUME. 500 is not a lot of words!! Hell, I'm more than halfway to 500 with this LIVEJOURNAL ENTRY. SERIOUSLY.
Then someone else asked Wank what "busing" is (pronouncing it as abusing, minus the a).
Then there was that time in 8th grade health where Jeff Siciliano asked what a "womb" (pronounced like wombat) was.
AND THESE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO COLLEGE! It really gives me hope for my generation, you know?
Then I have to sit in my French class full of sophomores and be like, do they REALIZE how OBNOXIOUS they are? And they think they're cool! Which is why I can sit in the back of the room playing sudoku and iPod solitaire, because I think Mme Barone realizes I have as big a headache as she does seventh period, haha.
But it's finally the weekend. Aaaaaagh. It took damn long enough. Tonight's the chance auction then tomorrow I have to go to this thing at this place in Monmouth Beach and socialize and pick up my painting and I don't really want to but whatever, and then/perhaps before is fun. times. omg. haha. ;D
So in history class, everyday there's these group of girls (whose names I will withhold) who just sit there. They're in a few advanced classes it seems, but everyday. "This is the only class I do work in!" Okay, well then stfu and stop complaining. If the hardest thing you have to do all day is take notes about Jimmy Carter, well then boo hoo, suck it up. Then today it's like "I have to write a FIVE HUNDRED WORD ESSAY." OH NO. FIVE HUNDRED FUCKING WORDS. "What!! That's RIDICULOUS!" "Yeah, it has to be between five hundred and A THOUSAND." "WHAT! Is she CRAZY?"
Now if any of these people used their brains, or even just the word count option on MS Word, they might know that 500 words is less than a page and a half. Usually. But it's not like they'd be using any words longer than maybe 7 letters so they really have nothing to worry about.
Though maybe the task is made a little more daunting because they DIDN'T BOTHER TO READ THE BOOK THEY'RE WRITING A PAPER ABOUT. Granted, I've done this before (Wuthering Heights anyone? Crime and Punishment?) but at least I didn't WHINE about how many fucking words it needed to have. Then they will sit there and start counting words every three lines. And as soon as they hit 500 and finish a sentence, that's it. They just stop. And I want to SCREAM. PLEASE PEOPLE YOU HAVE BRAINS SOMEWHERE, I ASSUME. 500 is not a lot of words!! Hell, I'm more than halfway to 500 with this LIVEJOURNAL ENTRY. SERIOUSLY.
Then someone else asked Wank what "busing" is (pronouncing it as abusing, minus the a).
Then there was that time in 8th grade health where Jeff Siciliano asked what a "womb" (pronounced like wombat) was.
AND THESE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO COLLEGE! It really gives me hope for my generation, you know?
Then I have to sit in my French class full of sophomores and be like, do they REALIZE how OBNOXIOUS they are? And they think they're cool! Which is why I can sit in the back of the room playing sudoku and iPod solitaire, because I think Mme Barone realizes I have as big a headache as she does seventh period, haha.
But it's finally the weekend. Aaaaaagh. It took damn long enough. Tonight's the chance auction then tomorrow I have to go to this thing at this place in Monmouth Beach and socialize and pick up my painting and I don't really want to but whatever, and then/perhaps before is fun. times. omg. haha. ;D