Why I Hate School
I think I have this paranoia or some illness in this deranged head of mine. Every time I’m in school, exposed to critical, older and not to mention worldly typical eyes, I feel like just glaring at them all and shout enough nicely colored insults and screams to make the RTC people drag me off there or put me in therapy. I have this unknown and funny-in-a-bad-way fear of seniors. (A year older is not excepted in this case.) The way they have the un-assumed power to bitch about you and you shouldn’t bitch back or that’ll be called disrespect. The way whatever they say and do is considered cool and correct. The way they think I’m dysfunctional and geeky just because I landed in the apparent protege class due to my miraculous results. The way they dress, talk and influence. The way they expect me to look up to them when I can easily beat them at other things besides being trendy, popular and well-known. (Yes, it’s a fragment but I don’t care.) All these make me produce seething, intense anger and another feeling which I can’t quite put my finger on. Of course, some of them are actually nice, but they treat you as if you’re a little kid and are not allowed to mess in the affairs of the seasoned, pompous crowd of overgrowns when your maturity level and abilities far exceed theirs at certain moments in time. Maybe it’s harder on you when you’re the green horn in the first year, or maybe I’m just dreaming again. The load is lessened of course in year two. The Sec 4s and 5s are gone and good and you’re one level more senior, but there are three more levels above you who still have that in them. On the other hand, I have the freedom now to torture and possess the year-younger little kiddies. But I know what it feels like. Hell. The thing I hate most about school. Also, I have a few thoughts about the whole ‘show respect to your seniors’ thing. What a total bunch of crap. Seniors what suck. The most senior they can get is by three years. And that’s not much. What rights do they have in getting more privileges and whatnot? So yeah. I’ll probably make a very sullen senior. My little minions, if I have any, will probably be thinking I went through a very traumatic juniorhood. How right they are.