Sleep-deprived.

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Mrs. History Teacher is back to her usual self. I knew I shouldn't have praised her for behaving so well! Today, she went off on one of her infamous tangents, and douchebaggery ensued. Someone mentioned how the student council elections at my school are a fucking joke since they are just a popularity contest. Mrs. History Teacher began to get all philosophical about  the idea of popularity and following the crowd and such. She started off with a good point, but as her mouth kept moving, more bullshit was generated.

Mrs. History Teacher: Don't ever do something you don't agree with just because everyone else is doing it. You know, a good place to look for advice in is your holy book. I don't mean just the Bible, but, you know, any religion's holy book. They all teach morals, and that's why it's so important to have one. You have to have one to learn mor-- ((looks at me)) Oh...

Yes, Mrs. History Teacher, I am an atheist, and yes, I do have morals. My moral standard is this: does it hurt others? If yes, then the thing is probably bad, but if no, then it is probably okay. It's clearly working for me so far.

You know, I can't help but wonder what kinda shit she'd say if there wasn't an atheist in the class.

Anyway, now for the rest of my school rant. I have realized part of the reason I hate school so much. It's because I don't like to be treated like I'm 5. My school is the master at that. It's like they expect the worst of us. There is no quicker way to make me lose respect for you than to talk down to me or baby me. Come on, school, I am gonna be 18 later this year, so please treat me accordingly! There are no 5-year-olds in high school, so why are we treated that way?

It's funny because I was thinking about this, and my chemistry teacher mentioned it. I may not like chemistry or really even understand what's going on in his class, but he really knows what he's talking about when it comes to the school's flaws. He basically said that if the school stopped treating its students like immature assholes, then maybe less of us would act like immature assholes because there would be a standard of responsibility and maturity to adhere to. After all, what incentive is there to act right when you know you'll still be treated like a bad kid no matter what?

I mentioned it to my mom, and she agreed with him. She doesn't treat me like a child at all anymore, and I'm doing fine. I don't do any of the "bad" things that most parents fear. Come to think of it, neither of my parents were ever all that strict with me, and I think I've turned out okay. I mean, I guess that is debatable, but I at least think so. Hahaha.

Anyway, yeah. That is my rant. Oh, and this is a totally different subject, but IG (Remember her?) was depressing as hell yesterday. She randomly sent FCG this comment about how she wishes FCG would talk to people again and how we all love/miss her and how school is just total shit without her antics. She, of course, got no reply because FCG doesn't talk to people.

For a while I tried not to think about FCG, and it seemed to be going okay, but now I have realized I'm not completely over her... But I don't understand, because I know I will never see her again since I'm moving, and it has been soooo long. So I should be, and I need to be, but I guess I am just not. I miss that silly girl and her weird, passionate love of hair. I don't really know how to put into words how I felt about her, but damn, it was pretty intense. 

FCG, you stupid, magical, wonderful weirdo. Why couldn't you have been boring and forgettable so that none of this would have ever happened?

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Splash's picture

Getting over people you

Getting over people you loved or really liked is... let's go with "not fun." My experience has been that it's perfectly normal if the feelings stick around for a while. Just be nice to yourself about it. :-)

I think treating kids like they're much younger and less mature/responsible than they actually are or can be is a typical high school thing. I remember it happening in a lot of my classes, even the advanced classes to some extent. It seemed like the goal was as much to get us quiet, paying attention, and/or participating in the specific ways they planned out for us, as it was to teach us anything. My favorite teacher was the one who was different, and treated us like intelligent human beings.

~~~ the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses ~ e e cummings ~~~

Super Duck's picture

Yeah, it sucks a lot. It

Yeah, it sucks a lot. It took a while to get over the other girl I was realllyyyy into before FCG...

Sigh. Just another reason why I am soooo over high school.

cheese's picture

I see

where you're coming from on the whole "school treating us like immature assholes" haha.
I was raised in a kind of strict household and if i misbehaved, i got spanked. Which i think in turn helped shape me into a shy person with anxiety who strongly dislikes to get into trouble. I flinch a lot around people sometimes cause i think they're going to hit me, and i dont say much and keep my thoughts to myself (usually). hah. Oh well. I'm an okay kid i guess, when it comes to lashing out in rebellion at least.

"So can you tell me what's left when everything you care for carries on, when broken dreams are built to make you strong. When the memories of yesterday fall through these broken dreams are built to help you through." ~Authority Zero

Super Duck's picture

I think I got spanked maybe

I think I got spanked maybe twice in my entire life, and I was about 5 both those times. I turned out completely fine without that type of punishment, so i think it depends on the kid, really.

RainbowTime's picture

when

i missed behaved i got a slap across the face & a beer bottle thrown at me
:(

i only drink irn bru and the occassional blood of my enemies

Super Duck's picture

Damn... That is really awful

Damn... That is really awful :(

RainbowTime's picture

all you can do is grown up

keep my sister safe, Punch mum in the gut & knee dad in the balls

i only drink irn bru and the occassional blood of my enemies