The advancement of technology in our school systems
Let's see what I have to say about this:
FUCK THIS SHIT
FUCK THIS SHIT
FUCK
FUCKTHI SH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!
Hmmm. Well, there must be a cause for this anger. Let us delve deep into the conscious and examine:
My physics teacher posts the homework due the next week on his website. There are two problems with this, both of which I have encountered in two fucking days. The first being that, say he forgets to post them, the student cannot work on his math homework during his little free time. This happened yesterday, on Friday, my homework day. My homework day, ruined. Fucking great. But ah! I check late at night before retiring to slumber and there they are; the homework is posted and ready. Now, come the morning, come the new day and I begrudgingly sit once again in front of the taunting glow of the moniter, not quite looking forward to doing physi-
wow. The website doesn't work. The fucking website won't display.
This. Is. The. Second. Third. Of. My. Free. Time.
I have three portions of homework time over the weekend which I spread my math studies across.
Number two is gone. Awesome.
I love life right now. Strange, I know, but I'm almost positive that this feeling is love.
Because it's either love, or unadulterated hatred.
I can never tell.
FUCK THIS SHIT
FUCK THIS SHIT
FUCK
FUCKTHI SH SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!
Hmmm. Well, there must be a cause for this anger. Let us delve deep into the conscious and examine:
My physics teacher posts the homework due the next week on his website. There are two problems with this, both of which I have encountered in two fucking days. The first being that, say he forgets to post them, the student cannot work on his math homework during his little free time. This happened yesterday, on Friday, my homework day. My homework day, ruined. Fucking great. But ah! I check late at night before retiring to slumber and there they are; the homework is posted and ready. Now, come the morning, come the new day and I begrudgingly sit once again in front of the taunting glow of the moniter, not quite looking forward to doing physi-
wow. The website doesn't work. The fucking website won't display.
This. Is. The. Second. Third. Of. My. Free. Time.
I have three portions of homework time over the weekend which I spread my math studies across.
Number two is gone. Awesome.
I love life right now. Strange, I know, but I'm almost positive that this feeling is love.
Because it's either love, or unadulterated hatred.
I can never tell.