Filed under: School Related | Tags: Fight Club, kids, Rambles, school, teachers
Oh man, ever had one of those Tyler Durden moments? Yeah, I’m talkin’ up some Fight Club. I could really use a punch right now. Or twenty. The reasons are irrelevant, like they always are. I just get the feeling like I’m in a scene of that movie every time I go to school.
I attend Options for Youth every Monday and Wednesday, from eleven to noon. I guess you could say it’s like the cheap way to get through high school. My teacher is Deanna. She’s your average over-weight, anger driven woman whom in fact loves to put you down for anything she thinks of. I love it. The students are just as enjoyable. They’re your typical angry with the world, hating their lives teenagers, especially the one kid who comes in cursing at everyone around him every day. He has to be my absolute favourite. There’s this one guy whom I always sit next to in the math room, only because he wears a watch at which I can glance at any desired time. Anyways, this guy really gets annoyed with anyone even looking in his direction, he scoffs and makes rude remarks at whoever dares to do so. One of these days I’m going strike up a conversation with him and ask him something really outrageous. I just have to think of what.
Oh! So I got a note from my old English teacher today, Mrs. Hiller, giving me her school address so I can write letters to her. She is such a doll. I believe she was the only adult in Freshman year that I could really have an intelligent conversation with, without being belittled for my age. Yes, I really don’t like be judged for my age and I’ll probably ramble on that note in quite few blogs after this. Or at the least mention it. I’m not sorry.
I can’t wait wait for college.
-Melody.
Filed under: Daily Issues, School Related | Tags: corpulent jerks, flakes, school
Typically I walk down to the high school twenty minutes before lunch starts to give me the time I need to stroll my way down the mountain. Thank the lord I don’t go there anymore, but it would be nice to be able walk around the school without getting that itching feeling of one of the teachers noticing that I don’t belong and sick some security guards on me. It’s bound to happen, I just know it.
Lunch was alright, spending time with the boyfrann always makes me a happy little clam , hands down. But I’ve come to notice that I know some of the most flakey people ever. Aren’t those the worst? I think maybe that’s why I’m so bitter. Who knows. All I can say is that I really dislike knowing people who don’t even take the time to wave a polite hello as they walk by. Society has definitely run down on it’s manners.
Though after lunch I hurriedly walked a mile back up the steep mountain to home with my legs ready to buckle out from under myself. I’m so out of shape, it’s great. I came to hear of some news when I started to finally feel better of how life and things were sorting out. Alan, the “boyfrann” is now forbidden to see me. Oh, and the reason is priceless. Basically I’m too mature for the age of a fifteen year old and I’m not trustworthy enough to be left alone with. Or so his dad says. Really it’s just the man is an ignorant, corpulent, selfish, and microphallus person who’s second wife kicked him out and he’s just too darn caught up in his tirades and has to punish his straight A student son who does everything for the family because he’s too depressed and feels sorry for himself.
Love me some adult angst.
Honestly, I’m tired and too frustrated. I’m getting some tea and going to read some QC to calm the nerves. I’m out.
-Melody.
