Freshman Year

So, I made it. I made it to High School. I don't know if I'm supposed to be thrilled or not. I don't really think I'm, well, anything. Not happy, not really sad. More of a neutral, bland feeling. Its been like that for as long as I remember, though. I can definitely see the growth I've gone through. The progress I've made. I've grown a lot. I'm not nervous anymore. I'm bolder. I'm better. And I'm glad.

Its been about three weeks, coming up to a month now, that I've been in school. And although its nice to have more freedom; I've noticed that freedom comes with more consequences. And that gives me a lot to rant about. 

My # 1 complaint is: my science teacher-Mr. F. If you took every irresponsible and annoying trait and put them all together, you would get him. He puts a bin in the front of the room with the papers that we need for the day (he gives us exclusively ONLY paper, and refuses to use any technology.) The problem with this is that, sometimes, he doesn't put out the right paper. And get this, if you happen to grab the wrong paper, or don't catch the right paper, its now YOUR problem. He doesn't go over what papers you were supposed to grab, either. You think that he would at least tell you what you're supposed to have, but nope. I had everything done, accept for ONE paper. A paper that he never mentioned, not one day (we we're apparently supposed to do it for homework?) So the day its due, it shows up on the board and we're magically supposed to have it done. This absolute retard of a teacher sucks all the life and joy out of me, which is even worse because he's my last period teacher, and now I get to go home feeling like SHIT.         

The next problem I have is that two of my classes are filled to the brim with retards who act like absolute toddlers. Math and English. The subjects are good, the teachers are nice, but the STUDENTS?! They're spawns of satin. Constant screaming, yelling across the room, talking during tests, laughing at NOTHING. They're all hillbilly ass motherfuckers. And the poor fucking teachers are always out here like "Guys please calm down," But there's only so much they can do. My English teacher even tried to get me moved to another class period because I couldn't concentrate while we were taking a pre-TEST, because everyone was talking. I had to go sit in the hallway to concentrate, btw. I think the teacher just felt bad for me. Mrs. Q being a saint out here.

My actual Chinese teacher wasn't able to even show up for the year, so all we did for the first 2 weeks of Chinese was sit there and go on our phones. They finally got someone online (on Zoom) to be there to teach us. Mrs. M is actually really nice. 

3D Studio. A love hate relationship. Mrs. H. She's a teacher that makes you want to rip your hair out one second, and then the next she's the nicest person on planet Earth. Biggest complaint is her annoyance with HATS. She hates them, refuses to let us wear them in her class. Biggest W, though is that I sit with two absolute chads, H and E. Chilliest ppl in that class ong.