Back to bread: do I like it because it's so delicious or is it so delicious because I like it?
You know what? College is freaking awesome.
I was so depressed in high school. It's the worst environment ever. In fact, whenever I go back to Foster, I start feeling that way again (until I find somebody I actually like, such as Michelle or Sara or Kyle or a few of my teachers), and that's just from visiting for a short amount of time. High school is terrible.
In college, I generally don't have to deal with stupid people because I share classes with every single one of them. I don't have to run into them everywhere. If I like someone, we can hang out. If not, I only have to deal with them 50 minutes a day, and I don't even really have to deal with them unless they are particularly vocal in class. (I can usually just tune them out anyway.)
Do you not realize how awesome this is? I am no longer considered to be a child! It never really bugged me in high school, because I considered everyone else to be one, and I deemed them deserving of such treatment. I knew this meant that I would also have to deal with it. I didn't mind. But now that I'm not treated like a child, I think, "Hey, this is a pretty sweet deal. I could just walk out of class and my teacher wouldn't yell at me. Oh, except for Chiabi."
Anywho, Mr. Napier is cool. To the power of 42. He's just... unbelievably awesome. Best teacher ever. I've never met a teacher who was just so... good.
And... I'm gonna go find someone to drive me to Larry's. I NEEDS MY BAWLS.
I was so depressed in high school. It's the worst environment ever. In fact, whenever I go back to Foster, I start feeling that way again (until I find somebody I actually like, such as Michelle or Sara or Kyle or a few of my teachers), and that's just from visiting for a short amount of time. High school is terrible.
In college, I generally don't have to deal with stupid people because I share classes with every single one of them. I don't have to run into them everywhere. If I like someone, we can hang out. If not, I only have to deal with them 50 minutes a day, and I don't even really have to deal with them unless they are particularly vocal in class. (I can usually just tune them out anyway.)
Do you not realize how awesome this is? I am no longer considered to be a child! It never really bugged me in high school, because I considered everyone else to be one, and I deemed them deserving of such treatment. I knew this meant that I would also have to deal with it. I didn't mind. But now that I'm not treated like a child, I think, "Hey, this is a pretty sweet deal. I could just walk out of class and my teacher wouldn't yell at me. Oh, except for Chiabi."
Anywho, Mr. Napier is cool. To the power of 42. He's just... unbelievably awesome. Best teacher ever. I've never met a teacher who was just so... good.
And... I'm gonna go find someone to drive me to Larry's. I NEEDS MY BAWLS.