Ok, so I started school again, a real pisser let me tell you. I hate freaking high school and it’s my last year :hopefully: and I can’t wait to get out. High school is hell with fluorescent lighting. College Prep American Literature Composition II is good, and so is College Prep World History, but College Prep Chemistry and Honors Spanish V are terrible. I expected to like those classes, but one has no teacher, and the other, well, that teacher is boring. The teacher makes the class. If a teacher is a good teacher, then the class is enjoyable. What makes a great teacher, one may ask? Wisdom. If you are a teacher, and you can’t pass on some wisdom to me, you blow. (To which, as my Earth Science teacher taught me, there is no such force as suction, so therefore, it blows, and therefore, I am using the correct terminology.) Not just wisdom, but you have to make me think; if I can pass your class without thinking, then, what was the point of me sitting in your class? What have I learned? Don’t forget to make the class interesting! While I don’t mind listening to lectures, I don’t want to fall asleep during them. If I’m so bored in your class that I’m falling asleep or drooling (which has only ever happened once – second grade) profusely on my desk, then it’s time to spice things up. Crack a joke; make fun of a jock with an itch, ANYTHING!!!! I can’t learn if I’m sleeping. Starting a debate always works.
Another thing: HOMECOMING. What’s the big deal? I bought a dress and all for it this year because I plan on enjoying myself at the dance. I hear all these girls fussing over dates. Go alone! I do! The world won’t stop because you don’t have a damn date. Life does go on. You should go to a dance to enjoy yourself, not because you have a date you want to impress. Why impress? Yes, it is a know fact that guys like to see girls in dresses, but that doesn’t mean they like you even less in jeans. It’s why I like guys; they’re not picky about trivial things like that. And girls, seriously, the only reason high school boys like you in those dresses and skirts is because they think it’s an easier way to score, because you don’t have to go through much trouble. (Don’t believe me? Ask my bro or any of my guy friends, they’ll tell you the same thing.) Hence why I have no one to impress but myself. (Hey, I am my toughest critic.) While we’re on dances, PROM = SEX. Yes, it IS true. Why? Last year of school, most feel it’s the last chance to lose their virginity, etc. . . Frankly, I intend to remain a virgin until my wedding night, so there’s no way I’m going to prom with a date with THAT on his mind. (My body and life are much too important to me to be stupid for one night.)
Well, kids, it’s been great, I have stuff to finish up, so be good.
~The Poets Hart~