So hay's the thing, I am back! In about a month, school shall be recommissioned!
But it's not the same school. I have left the hell-hole that is Monroney and will now move up a notch to MCHS. I realize that is too early to bull about actual school wiggerings so I will leave that out for now. However, I need to start preparing for the upcoming school year.
Almost all of the clothing has been acquired, anything else will be optional. Shoes are a must however. Tomorrow I shall head out to Nicaragua to search for my elusive prize: Puma joggers. I will settle for something close to that if shit hits the fan (which is a very likely possibility).
Aside from the physical shit I need to get, I have a lot to say on what I learned from last year. Okay, not really. So, I must confess, I did some dumbass shit last year which further shittified my middle school experience. There are a million mistakes I know I will not make again. I will be more competent, more badass! I will be hardened and confident! AYE! There is no n****ring me, you Monroney fuckers! Gahh. Words alone cannot describe my competence. I am competent. That's all you need to know.
This year can't be worse than last year, that's impossible. Apart from the reasons I just listed, there are so many other variables that are in my favor.
The faculty bastards won't be as bad. I have a chance to start with a clean slate with all of them. As for the students, well there are two main reasons why they won't be as bad.
1. They'll be more mature. I am certain of this because during the very end of 8th grade, people were showing signs of turning into respectable people, fit for society. Now, granted, they'll still be assholes for a while, but they will get better as the school year goes on.
2. Reduced chances of encountering bastards. The leap from middle school to high school is a big one. Like Normandy, not everyone makes it out alive.
They'll be people that go to other schools. They'll be people that will be on Pre-AP/regular and they'll be different teams (at least 2, I am certain). This cuts the chance of me having to bull with a buller by 75 percent! And assuming that 5-10 percent move, the chances of me being in a class with an unsavory bastard is only 20 percent! And that's the minimum shit! BASIC ARITHMETIC FTW.
1:5 = Faggot/Decent Ratio
I also know of a mega-bitch that is changing schools. Thank god for God. Just one person, but one less buller in the world is a good thing. Right? And they'll be others.
I am sure of it.
7/19/11
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10/14/11
I have clearly failed to update. This is mostly due to laziness and lowered morale thanks to school.
1st Hour - Geometry: I have this buller named Mrs. Dodd. She is kind of a fag, as far as her personality goes. Dodd really likes micromanaging and correcting people, like the bitch that she is. But she isn't bad as a teacher. Unlike most classes, I actually learn things from her class.
Over the past three months we've been learning basic geometry BS. The expansive and broad areas this class covers includes:
* Angles
* Shapes
* Pointless Shit
But seriously, I actually learn advanced CAWGNITIVE bull. Examples include, inductive and deductive reasoning, basic logic and other cognitive gold mines! It's boring as fuck, but at least my mind doesn't feel like its melting like it does in my other classes.
2nd Hour - Biology I: Mr. Chong is the name of my faggy Biology I teacher. He is a fucking asshole who is rude to all of his students. But this is only because all of the students are assholes themselves. Chong will get on anyone who acts like a fag. Fortunately, I am the only one in the class with any brains, so I know to not get on his bad side. How do you not get on his bad side?
1. Do your work.
2. Shut the fuck up.
3. Don't say stupid things.
I live by these very rules.
Anyways, his class is super boring and breaks down into three main parts. A typical 5-day week goes something like this...
The first three days are spent reviewing for a test. The class sits there and takes notes and accepts any handouts given to it. They cram as much information as they can into paper and their heads.
On the fourth day, the actual test is taken. It is usually a hellish 40-50 question monster. The class average for these motherfuckers is a D.
But there is a silver-lining. He let's us put notes on a 3x5 index card that we can look at while we take our test. He also adds bonus questions at the end of the test. This bumps my grade a good 10-15 points each time.
By day 5 we get our test results back. Got a shitty grade? No problem. Chongie will let you perform test-corrections in an effort to up your grade. Unfortunately, this only boosts your grade by 5-10 points. But even that isn't worth it, because we have to do fuckton of work just to yield a few extra points.
So that sums his class up. That's all we do. In the three months I've been in his class, we've done exactly ONE group/science project.
How's that for mixing it up? THAAAA
3rd Hour - World Geography: My third hour is fucking fail. The class is a fail and so is the teacher, Mrs. Young, who ironically, is quite old. Her class is so fucking retarded that I don't even want to get into it. It makes me want rip my hair out just thinking about how fucking boring it is. Basically, all we do is 5th grade work, in a Pre-AP class. That's what it reminds me of: 5TH FUCKING GRADE. This is the exact-same shit I did as an elementary school student.
On the bright side, her class is only a semester long. Next year, I'll have History, with Coach Blasingame, who I've heard is cool.
4th Hour - Freshman Success/Financial Literacy: In fourth hour, I have the dumbest, most useless piece of shit for a teacher. He is a boring, unintelligent heap of white fucking trash. His dumbass should be fired and destroyed. He is known as, Coach Vermillion. AKA Faggot Fondler.
We learn nothing and do even less in his class. It's essentially just a pointless time-filler. No one takes it seriously, not even the teacher. FF once proclaimed that our work was "just to keep us busy."
5th Hour - German: Hibbard is a baller. Nothing more needs to be said.
6th Hour - Art: My teacher, Mrs. Harden is a total dumbass at first, but you get used to her and get used the environment, which is surprisingly comfortable.
7th Hour - English: Boring, but at least I gain things from Collier's competence. This is also one of the three classes I actually have *friends to talk to.
* Not that I have any real friends. All of my high school relationships are superficial and constricted.
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10/20/11
I would describe my morale as stagnant. Although my life is horrible and pointless, I have managed to keep it from slipping further and further. I am stuck in a rut that is impossible to get out of. I may be stuck like this for the whole year. Fortunately, I have developed a coping strategy.
I'd like to start off by telling what yesterday was like, the day before fall break. The day started off terribly.
Abz and I engaged in a bastardly conflict, in which both parties bulled out. Abz bulled out more though. In short, abz got pissed and wouldn't drive. We left 7-10 minutes later than usual.
This has been happening a lot: me and abz fighting. This is entirely my fault. I have been extremely stressed and frustrated for the past month or so, and it just keeps on piling. Abz shows no sympathy so I get even more mad at him. And he wonders why I'm upset all the time. I can't even explain this to anyone.
I make it to school, right as encore (homeroom/study hall) is starting. I can't go to Dodd's Geom class because she closes the door at 7:45 AM and doesn't open it until eight, when 1st hour starts. So for encore I go in the library and I start to work on my art project for Dodd.
I get the foundations for my project done, just as the bell rings. I gather my shit (all 21 pounds of it) and I trudge out for Dodd. Once I arrive, I immediately start hustling to finish the project. And then I realize something, this is the day before fall break. A "free day" as many teachers were calling it. We didn't do shit in her class.
We watched Transformers 3: Dark Side of The Fag for the first three hours of school. This gave me more than enough time to finish my project and turn it in. The movie sucked ass, btw.
As I watched the shitty movie, I wondered why I came to school, on this especially pointless day. The only reason I came up with: if I turned it in on Monday, the project would have been late and I would have lost a lot of points. That's all I could come up with.
After Doddo, it was already 4th Hour. I dragged myself to Vermillion's Dumbass Class and sat down. All we did was watch a sports movie (We Are Marshall) and then left for lunch. Vermillion is very fond of sports movies, it's all he ever watches, thus reinforcing the fact that he is a douchebag.
At lunch I got a surprisingly large lunch: Lasanga, salad, and a crappy-tasting-cake-thing. I ate all of the lasagna and little bit of everything else. MCHS prides itself on quantity over quality. Shitty over shiny.
Once I finished my shit lunch, I rushed for the library. This had become routine for me: going to the library after lunch. It is the only place I can go to for solitude from the bullers and bastards. It's so quite there, unlike the commons, and I can read in peace. On this particular day, two of my douchebag friends walked in, for some reason, and bulled around. Fortunately, lunch was over so I didn't have to tolerate them very long.
Along comes 5th Hour, which would usually be a good time, thanks to Hibbard. But not today. Hibbard had a sub. And so, we worked on a gigantic-packet for the whole hour, at least everyone else did; I just sang to myself.
In 6th Hour, I worked diligently on my art the whole time I was there. Not too bad, since I was kept busy, although the people I sit with are obnoxious and stupid, more so than the rest of the student body.
7th Hour arrives and saves me. Sort of. Collier already told us that we wouldn't do anything in his class (a "free day") so I looked forward to bull-around opportunities. I talked to bullers for the whole hour, unable to get any work done, but oh well. Nothing too interesting happened here, except I noticed a recurring trend.
Interruption.
Whenever I talk to people about a serious (or semi-serious) subject, I tend to delve into details and end up talking a lot. While I am in the middle of my marathon-explaining, I often get rudely interrupted.
For example, I am having an A - B convo. C and D are over here. C, out of now where, starts talking to A. A, being the stupid-ass that he is, will stop listening to me and start talking to C. B (in this case, me) is stuck there waiting for C to shut the fuck up.
This is why I hate talking to people: THEY WON'T LISTEN. They are so fucking rude. They won't listen to you for more than a few seconds, before they get distracted and talk to the next motherfucker. Everyone is like this. Everyone. There is not a SINGLE person in my fucking grade that doesn't do this shit.
Before I knew it, class was over and with it the school day. I left in a hurry and never looked back.
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This is just a day in my miserable and increasingly isolated existence. I have no idea when it will get better. I have done all I can do, I have taken steps on improving myself physically and mentally, I have occupied myself with art, books and music. But my resources and capabilities are limited. There are certain things I can't do just because I'm 14. I can't get a job. I can't drive. I can't move out.
Maybe one day, something will fall from the sky and save me from this hell.