Dear Mrs. History Teacher,
You know, there are a lot of things I don't like about you. Insinuating that atheism is merely an adolescent phase was NOT cool. Practically comparing homosexuality to cutting off little boys' balls so their voice doesn't deepen and they can sing higher was also very, very uncool. Sorry, but you have absolutely no concept of tact. I hate it when you single out people who are different races than you. I have no idea what you meant by my friend's "old country" today since she was born in America. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. She is from a different country than you. You, Mrs. History Teacher, were born on the Isle of Shitforbrains. No wonder French Class Girl liked you! You guys are from the same place! You also say that the fact that society is becoming less religious will lead to terrible things. Guess what? I'm an atheist AND a good person! I don't need a god to be good.
But what REALLY gets me is your glaring hypocrisy. You were mad today because we didn't finish reading our handouts you gave us yesterday. That was roughly 20 pages! I told you, "I'm sorry. I started, but I have other classes too." You were thoroughly displeased. Well, maybe I am thoroughly displeased with YOU. And I swear if your "little quiz" you're giving just to be an asshole tomorrow messes up my B average and forces me into another 2 months of the Nazi bootcamp study hall that I can't even study in, my therapist bill will be on YOU when I break down.
You know what? I'm in tears anyway. I can't stand school. I can't stand my teachers when they treat me like I'm 6 or the meaningless classes I have to take. It used to be the other students that made me hate it so much, but now no one is mean to me. It's everything else. I don't go to learn. I go because I have to. I don't give a shit about anything they are trying to teach me. Thinking about how I still have the rest of this year, then junior and senior years left to go just makes me physically sick. Maybe they will let me take some stuff during the summer this year and next year to get it out of the way. That's how much I fucking hate it. I am more than willing to sacrifice the next 2 summers of my life just to get out of here if at all possible. One of my teachers said you can drop out at 16. If it wouldn't fuck up my job chances, I swear I'd leave school for good in a little under a month. That's the only thing keeping me there. If I could still get a decent job, I'd get out and never look back. I mean it.
In other news, I believe there is an animal in my attic. I am completely alone for the weekend. My mom will be at a high school reunion 5 hours away. If it dies, it's gonna stink up the entire place. It makes freaky scratching noises. Maybe I can get my dad to come over and check it out tomorrow.
FCG was... herself today. She was no longer upset over that guy calling her ugly. Instead, she said that Irritating Girl knows her "very, very well" with a slight hint of suggestiveness in her voice. Ohhh, she is so gay. Hahaha, I love it! But then she had to go and pretend to think some guy was hot. It's not even funny anymore. It's just annoying. It sounds so forced, and it makes me slightly uneasy. It's like, stop even trying, FCG. Everyone knows you're gay, and that's the way we like you. And if there's anyone out there who doesn't like it, you should tell them to kiss your ass. Plain and simple.
Also, some random freshman I've never talked to in my life came up to me today and asked me if I was dating this one guy just because he's my friend. Even if I was straight, assuming I'm dating someone just because I talked to them in the hallway is beyond stupid. It's silly, but I really, really, really hate it when people assume I'm straight. I know they only do that because most people are, but it still makes me mad for some reason. But it's like, EVERYONE! Old people ask me why I don't have a boyfriend "yet." Well-meaning classmates who haven't gotten the memo ask me what kind of guy I like. My friend who I have literally said some variant of "I'm a raging homosexual" to at least 20 times still believes I'm completely straight. I guess it's bothering me because they are assuming I'm someone I'm not. It makes me want to tape a giant sign on my back that says, "I LOVE WOMEN!"
Anyway, I'm drying my tears and going back to my history homework. If I can't memorize all of this gobbledygook by tomorrow, the shit is gonna hit the fan. I want to throw up just thinking about it.