Yeah...
Well, yesterday was interesting. I went to finish this class that I've been waiting a year for. It was a child care class that I was forced to pay for when I worked in a daycare last year (well actually over a year). Well, I missed the END class a year ago and had to wait until now to finish it. I mean, I paid $60 for that fucking class, I might as well finish it, right? Anyway, I went..it was around a 5 hour long class. Mind numbing...and I was the only freak there so I got lots of odd stares. I remember them trying to discourage me from finishing. "Well if your not going to work in daycare why finish the class. I wouldn't." Said my teacher last year...I remember clearly shooting back, "I paid for this out of my own pocket. Sixty dollars is a lot of money for me. So, I'm going to finish this class if it kills me!"
Okay, so on with the story...after around two hours of sitting through basically a common sense class I started getting very very antsy. I squirmed like a mother fucker...oy...it was awful. After four hours I wanted to run out screaming.
At the beginning of the class the teacher gave me an extra book. Well, I ended up drawing all over it. Anarchy symbols and political shit like that...When the class FINALLY ended she went by and took it back. I had no idea she wanted it back, she lead me to believe it was mine. Oh well...she gave me the most evil glare after she looked to the book. She should have just let me kept it...I did take some notes on some shit I wanted to look into. But alas, she kept it...who the fuck knows why.
So, I decided to get the fuck out ASAP. I bummed outside to look for my mom in her car...nothing. "Shit, she is fucking late" was the only thought running through my mind. So I sipped from my new ice cold bottle of "Mr. Pibb Extra" that cost me a dollar from the overpriced soda machine there that always eats your money and doesn't give you your coke. I got lucky that time...it didn't give me shit and that was my last dollar.
My head was pounding...I wanted to sit down but I decided not to for there was about a million fucking huge roaches running around by my feet. So I leaned on a big concrete pillar in front of the building and waited.
Like that wasn't enough, it was hot as hell out there. Then..across the street...started a leaf blower. "Oh god why? I have a headache." I mumbled to myself...then as if on cue the man came closer and it got louder. "Fuck you...". I shook my head and crouched down to the ground. Like a gargoyle on one of those old castles. The constant painful hum of the leaf blower boomed through my cranium. I squinted my eyes and wondered how long I was going to wait.
Around thirty minutes later...my mother came. About 5 mins after the man finished leaf blowing.
I jumped in the car and said hi and that I just wanted to go home. She wanted to go to a park but said okay to us going home. I blared the new Linkin Park Reanimation on the way home. It was a tape of it that my bro made for me.
I swear...I can still hear that painful hum of that friggen leaf blower now...I am just so glad I made it out alive from that class.
Okay, so on with the story...after around two hours of sitting through basically a common sense class I started getting very very antsy. I squirmed like a mother fucker...oy...it was awful. After four hours I wanted to run out screaming.
At the beginning of the class the teacher gave me an extra book. Well, I ended up drawing all over it. Anarchy symbols and political shit like that...When the class FINALLY ended she went by and took it back. I had no idea she wanted it back, she lead me to believe it was mine. Oh well...she gave me the most evil glare after she looked to the book. She should have just let me kept it...I did take some notes on some shit I wanted to look into. But alas, she kept it...who the fuck knows why.
So, I decided to get the fuck out ASAP. I bummed outside to look for my mom in her car...nothing. "Shit, she is fucking late" was the only thought running through my mind. So I sipped from my new ice cold bottle of "Mr. Pibb Extra" that cost me a dollar from the overpriced soda machine there that always eats your money and doesn't give you your coke. I got lucky that time...it didn't give me shit and that was my last dollar.
My head was pounding...I wanted to sit down but I decided not to for there was about a million fucking huge roaches running around by my feet. So I leaned on a big concrete pillar in front of the building and waited.
Like that wasn't enough, it was hot as hell out there. Then..across the street...started a leaf blower. "Oh god why? I have a headache." I mumbled to myself...then as if on cue the man came closer and it got louder. "Fuck you...". I shook my head and crouched down to the ground. Like a gargoyle on one of those old castles. The constant painful hum of the leaf blower boomed through my cranium. I squinted my eyes and wondered how long I was going to wait.
Around thirty minutes later...my mother came. About 5 mins after the man finished leaf blowing.
I jumped in the car and said hi and that I just wanted to go home. She wanted to go to a park but said okay to us going home. I blared the new Linkin Park Reanimation on the way home. It was a tape of it that my bro made for me.
I swear...I can still hear that painful hum of that friggen leaf blower now...I am just so glad I made it out alive from that class.