You know, I almost thought I was at the point of cold-turkey pot-free life where I shouldn't understand things that stoned people say. Guess not, cause I get this.
I think I hated it more than anything else. Especially the other people part. I hated my guidance counselors, and they hated me too. Or maybe I just went to shitty schools. No nightmares, though.
Oh, and...here's the grammar nazi part of me..."Speek" is not a word.
I won't say I was a victim of poor education, however, I will say that the traditional "shut-up and do our busy work" system of education is what now hinders me from advancing in our "society
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Hmm...rereading this, I start to think that a bad english teacher was truly your villain. Perhaps a refresher course will stem the flow of nightmarish flash backs of how wooden cabinets picked on you so much.
Really....even stoned...this makes Raven on the phone after a night of drag seem like Stephen Hawking.
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You know, I almost thought I was at the point of cold-turkey pot-free life where I shouldn't understand things that stoned people say. Guess not, cause I get this.
Damn.
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Maybe people out there really did get stepped on by the system. But since they they lack the power to speek, they need somone who can speek for them.
I still wake up in the midle of the night though, dreaming about my time in school. Its haunting.
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I think I hated it more than anything else. Especially the other people part. I hated my guidance counselors, and they hated me too. Or maybe I just went to shitty schools. No nightmares, though.
Oh, and...here's the grammar nazi part of me..."Speek" is not a word.
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Perhaps a refresher course will stem the flow of nightmarish flash backs of how wooden cabinets picked on you so much.
Really....even stoned...this makes Raven on the phone after a night of drag seem like Stephen Hawking.
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