Arg!
My brother is an idiot. No, he's beyond the scope of idiocy in my family. He's done with Ferris. He flunked out of the gods damned university. He didn't fail because he's stupid or because science professors descended upon him and forced him to memorize science-y things while standing on his head and humming the "Star Spangled Banner." Oh, no. It would be easier to understand if that had happened.
No, he failed because he couldn't get his fucking ass out of bed in the fucking afternoon and haul it to class. He flunked because he's fucking lazy. He was already on probation because he fucked around in high school and he blew his chance. Christ on a cracker. It's not like he had anything demanding in the way of school work.
To make matters worse, he fucking lied to us for three weeks. He told us that his grades were good. He received a certified letter in the mail and told us it was from the counseling office as a follow-up because of some asinine assignment. I was stupid enough to believe him and my parents were stupid enough to believe him. He tried telling my parents he didn't want to go back because he hated the University Program--he couldn't start his NIS program until he brought his GPA way up anyway. In fact, he didn't tell anyone that he couldn't fucking go back until Friday, after work. The Friday before classes started. Gods damn him to fucking Hel!
No, he failed because he couldn't get his fucking ass out of bed in the fucking afternoon and haul it to class. He flunked because he's fucking lazy. He was already on probation because he fucked around in high school and he blew his chance. Christ on a cracker. It's not like he had anything demanding in the way of school work.
To make matters worse, he fucking lied to us for three weeks. He told us that his grades were good. He received a certified letter in the mail and told us it was from the counseling office as a follow-up because of some asinine assignment. I was stupid enough to believe him and my parents were stupid enough to believe him. He tried telling my parents he didn't want to go back because he hated the University Program--he couldn't start his NIS program until he brought his GPA way up anyway. In fact, he didn't tell anyone that he couldn't fucking go back until Friday, after work. The Friday before classes started. Gods damn him to fucking Hel!