The Mad Rants of a Raving Genius

Whooboy! This was a really, really packed day. And school definitely isn’t getting better as the school year progresses. Yeah, yeah, I know I sound like I really hate school, but it’s only two classes I don’t like. Bordering on three. First there’s German II, which really isn’t German II, only a recap of what we “learned” in our first year of German. I wonder when we’ll ever learn something new…and not only that, but the German teacher is the worst teacher I’ve ever known! I mean, she doesn’t know how to communicate with kids who don’t wanna learn (like the majority of the German class). She’s always going around speaking in German and saying “Well, let’s kinda do this” or “kind of just do that.” It’s never “do this” or “do that” like most teachers. In a different situation it might be okay, but with these kids, that’s just an invitation not to do anything. And then there’s Contemporary Literature. I picked it only because I like reading and I like reading modern books. The other options were British Lit and Shakespeare. I don’t like either, so I picked the class that sounded cool. In retrospect, I should have slapped myself and taken Research Writing. The class sucks! It’s filled with all these slacker kids who don’t wanna do anything! I mean, we went to the library to pick out memoirs to read and the librarian mentioned that she reads about 200 books in a year. One of the kids behind me whispers “I’m never going to read that many books in my life!” Okay, so maybe some people don’t read a lot, but there are kids in there who haven’t even ever picked up a book of their own free will and read it. How can you not ever read a book?? I’m seriously contemplating getting out of that class and into something a little more challenging. And the teacher, Ms. Blake, expects us to always work with a partner and–get this–double-space all of our papers. Double-space everything?! Well, for some people this may be a blessing, but skipping every other line just throws me off. And the whole partner thing? One, there’s no one in there who’d be able to keep up with me; two, there’s no one I know; and three, I hate working with partners. But it’s no use complaining. One way or another I’m not gonna like something. At least it’ll be something I’m used to as opposed to something I’m not used to. Now my mom’s bugging me to get to bed, so I’ll be signing off.