And now I have no alternative options for schooling: Virtual School and Night School applications were due a month ago. I need these four credits. And I'm not gonna let this fucking freak demon shit on my fucking goals with his fucking bullshit. I won't be able to look him in the eye anymore: I won't be able to restrain myself around this fucking apathetic cunt-faced asshole. And if you think I hate this jerk, ask the rest of his students. Fuck, I could start a fucking mutiny against this dickless fuck.
Sean's (a.k.a. Fuckface) Marking Scheme
[Answer] Bt-crops emit a toxin which repels certain insects and pests but is harmless to non-threatening insects, animals and humans.
[Sean] Why are they crops?
[Answer] Because people need to eat, you fucking blunt shaft.
[Sean] Why do people need to eat?
[Answer] They will DIE moron!
[Sean] Why will they die?
[Answer] Because there is a continuous loss of fat and muscle that the body breaks down for energy. This leaves the individual susceptible to diseases which are fatal when the body is weak enough.
[Sean] But why?
[Answer] *defeated whimper*
[MARK] F-
Fuck you dickface, I hope you choke on your genetically-modified Thanksgiving turkey.
Shifting my anger, people are really fucking pissing me off lately. I can't fucking depend on anyone. All my "contacts" at City School are either irresponsible, stuck-up, selfish, bitchy, apathetic or lazy. I can only trust myself. Fuck everybody. Smaller schools mean bigger cliques, that currently consist of: granolas, fags/fag-hags, druggies, sluts, indies, all-around snobs, political junkies, etc. I eat alone, I sit alone, and I don't give a fuck. Why would I want to talk to these fucking bozos who'll only give me the time of day if they think it will constitute a community service minute. Fuck, City School pisses me off. What a fucking pig sty. It's like fucking Linden all over again. Fuck me. I should've learned my goddamned lesson the first fucking time. Alternative schooling is hypocritical bullshit. Fuck it.
Christ, I'm still angry. I took the time to write this specifically to let out some steam in a form of catharsis, yet all its done is accumulate whatever anger I'd forgotten about. Fuck, I have fucking work to do, dammit! Fuck... Well, schooling ends February 5, 2007, if not earlier. I will be counting the fucking milliseconds.