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Imagine: “Driving instructors wanted. Must be white trash. Must know how to drive a car. Must be a bitch (if female) or an ass (if male). If you are beyond somewhat literate or possess a degree higher than one from a high school you are overqualified.”
Apparently I’m completely awesome at maneuverability and completely sucky at changing lanes. Apparently, also, I am challenged at telling my right from my left. Gee, I didn’t know that.
…and guess what? (hint: it’s exciting!)
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Homecoming is coming up!
(disclaimer: I understand that sarcasm does not transfer well to typed words, however, I would hope that would get the point across. If not: that was sarcasm, fools.)
Okay, so I might come off as being “rebellious” or “sullen” or some kind of poseur “punk” whatever. No one would dare think that someone like me, who’s very none-of-the-above, would ever have such vehement dislike of “school spirit.” Honors students are supposed to be, if not enthusiastic, at least accepting of school spirit.
Well…no. Of, if you’d prefer it in more “ghetto” terms, fuck that shit, yo.
Show pride in a school that neglects anything that doesn’t involve tossing around some sort of ball. Show pride in a building filled with ignorant trash. Show pride in a completely inept administration system. Show pride in a school that ignores whatever it doesn’t like. Show pride in…
Wait, what am I showing pride in?
It’s all of a giant knot of bitterness crammed in my over-used brain. Being stuck in a place with people that I’ve known all my life that I’m still not particularly close to drives me nuts. Well, lots of things drive me nuts. My biggest desire in the world is to be self-sufficient and away from everyone I know. Might be weird, but I so often feel so very uncomfortable around everyone.