In which I rage about the first week of school.

[Jordbaer]

I just started school this week, and really I just want to bitch and cry about how much I hate this year already. I haven't been on much this summer, but I have a feeling I'll be here a lot this school year. I knew this year was going to suck a lot more than usual when they told us they were extending school hours by one class period. Apparently, we had too much free time, and teenagers are horrible delinquents. Well, that's how one of my teachers last year explained it to us, anyway. She very openly hates teenagers and yet has taught high school since the 80s.

They had the money to completely re-do the gym floor over the summer, but they can't fix the damn air conditioner. Oh, yes. That only applies to the gym air conditioner, but wouldn't you know that's where they have me sit during that extra hour because they canceled the class I signed up to take then? This actually happened to a lot of people. It's very hot where I live. Then, they get one of the strictest teachers in the whole damn school to stand in there and yell at us if we try to leave for the bathroom. (Fine, then. Maybe we should just all pee on their precious floor.) So, yes, I sat in the gym for an hour today doing nothing but sweating enough to fill a small lake simply because they don't want me to waste my time at home. Haha, oh, the stupidity...

I have a few problems with some of my classes. Most of them are personal problems, but they still upset me. I have issues that go way, way back with certain chemistry classmates, but again, that's a personal thing and not really the school's fault. I am also quite sad that I no longer have a class with what is probably the most interesting person at school: a senior girl who has a strange obsession with my mother and is both my friend and my enemy at the same time. (Yeah, it's a long, weird story...) She left me alone with our least favorite teacher, of course. Oh, well, I guess I needed to learn how to deal with school without her anyway since she'll graduate before me. It's just there aren't very many people at school I actually like.

Personal issues aside, the way I was treated during that last "class" today upset me very much. Why do I have to do nothing in the gym? Why can't I go do nothing in my grandma's car where it's air-conditioned? Why did they even need to extend school hours, anyway? I never did anything bad after school unless getting a soda with your grandma and waiting for your sister to get out of school is horrible.

As it is, the last three hours of my school day are completely unbearable. Well, more than usual, anyway. I actually have a teacher I like this year, but her class is way in the morning, so by the time I'm done with that, I really just feel like hiding somewhere. I don't know how I'll take a year of this.

Sorry, I just wanted to vent a little. I've had a crappy, crappy week, and it's not even Friday. Is it May yet?

[Leon Kinotolian]

My friend, I have a brilliant suggestion for you.

Fuck the last period, it sucks.

No, seriously. When it comes time for your "last period", AKA sitting in the gym sweating your balls off, don't go there, or if you're there already, leave. Let no one stop you, but don't run unless they get someone who's actually big and strong enough to physically restrain you. Head straight for the car, preferably under cover of the mobile students (since during breaks, there can be quite a lot of students packed together in one hall/area, depending on your school).

Relax and shoot the shit with your grandmum, and if some teacher asshole tries to mess up your day, either get driven out of there (assuming your grandma likes you enough and understands this shit ain't right, yo) or tell off the teacher, informing him using LOGIC (they hate that) that there is no true reason for you to sweat your nuts off in an unairconditioned gym for an extra hour, when you could be home relaxing or even better, working towards a job.

RESISTANCE IS NOT FUTILE, MOTHERFUCKER.

By the way, what grade are you in?

[Jordbaer]

Today they tried to "fix" the situation about that last class period. I think they just made it worse. At least we could talk in the gym without getting screamed at... Now we've been divided up into groups to go sit in a classroom with a teacher. Because I have the worst luck ever, my group got the strictest teacher in the entire school. So now instead of sweating, we have to sit there and shut up for an hour.

Tomorrow, I'm going to talk to the counselor, who is in charge of schedule changes, and see if she can help me find something to do during that time. I told my mom about the whole thing, and she thinks it's so stupid that she is willing to come and get me out of school early every day if they don't give me something more constructive to do. I don't know how my dad and grandparents feel about it yet because I haven't told them exactly what they make us do during that time.

Today was marginally better with the exception of that last "class" because they made my friend (though I feel bad for her because no one actually wants to be there) come back to the class with the annoying teacher, but I still hate it and almost all the rest of my classes. I can't change any of the actual classes because my school offers very few options. I'm in tenth grade, by the way.

[Joey93]

Leon Kinotolian Wrote:My friend, I have a brilliant suggestion for you.

Fuck the last period, it sucks.

No, seriously. When it comes time for your "last period", AKA sitting in the gym sweating your balls off, don't go there, or if you're there already, leave. Let no one stop you, but don't run unless they get someone who's actually big and strong enough to physically restrain you. Head straight for the car, preferably under cover of the mobile students (since during breaks, there can be quite a lot of students packed together in one hall/area, depending on your school).

Relax and shoot the shit with your grandmum, and if some teacher asshole tries to mess up your day, either get driven out of there (assuming your grandma likes you enough and understands this shit ain't right, yo) or tell off the teacher, informing him using LOGIC (they hate that) that there is no true reason for you to sweat your nuts off in an unairconditioned gym for an extra hour, when you could be home relaxing or even better, working towards a job.

RESISTANCE IS NOT FUTILE, MOTHERFUCKER.

By the way, what grade are you in?

Okay, I just kind of fell in love with your personality. No homo. You make me happeh with that "RESISTANCE IS NOT FUTILE, MOTHER FUCKER"