HiGh schOoL WoEs!

Posted: December 11, 2013 in Uncategorized

Trust me readers, I’m over high school, got over it AGES ago. Which is why I’m seated brooding on my bed thinking about dolphins and how to draft a not-so-rude article about the woes of high school. I should, for my safety (because you never know with these high school people) state that I have no personal vendetta against any high school and that I’m merely fulfilling a promise to myself to write about the woes of high school. I for one know that this article could lead to a defamation suit that would follow me all the way to my non-existent bank account and I’d get sued for everything that I’m worth. (which is not much)
Let’s get right to it. High school sucks(ed)! (feels good to finally get that off my chest) In fact, I saw in some movie once that the best way to get over something bad fast, is to write the badness of that something in little bits of paper and put them in a pinata and hit the pinata with a baseball bat. BUT, I don’t have a pinata and i doubt I’ll get one soon enough, so posting this on my blog will have to do. It is therapeutic enough, because I already feel better.
The Devil’s cold.

Who in their right mind would make scrawny little children- (because in high school we are children) studying in the north pole- and I’m not exaggerating, show up for class at 4am or earlier, without so much as a jumper or jacket in the name of school policy. I recall my brain freezing over due to the extreme cold. Worst part is when the supervising teacher showed up eyes perked like a hawk at the window, all dressed up in a trench coat, warm scarf, complete with a weird looking mavin. I’d just roll my eyes to the heavens every time I glimpsed a teacher at the window all warm and then look back at my notes and try to understand how the infusion of sodium bicarbonate suppresses hydrogen peroxide and yadda yadda.
Of Ego and Malice.

There were those teachers who JUST DIDN’T LIKE YOU, no matter how hard you tried. Trying here means, working reeeaallyy hard at their subject, prioritizing their assignments, smiling and laughing at their not-so-funny jokes just so you get in their good books. Then one day, just ONE day, you slip out from your goody-two-shoes and that’s the day all hell breaks loose. That said teacher unleashes anger, frustration, bitterness on your poor 16-year old soul. Picture this, slaps raining on your cheek, a dirty corridor awaiting for you to grace it with a mop, a dingy staff room full of smirking judgemental teachers, with that said teacher conveniently yelling for everyone to hear “huyu amezoea” English for, “this one is too much”, the deputy glares at you and calmly says, “Go to my office” THAT is when you know you’re in trouble. In your hearts of hearts, you whisper, “but I tried.”

Alright readers, that is enough brooding for a night. Woes number 3, 4 and 5 to come up soon enough.

PS. Merry Christmas to all high schools.
V.O.

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