Highschool Hell

 It's been a turbulent week for me!

Only the second week of school and I was sent to the "Assistant" principals office for my shorts being too short.  (My bad luck strikes again.  The limit is 4" above the knee but mine were unluckily about 1/2" too short).  But I always seem to get stuck with the bully, douche of an AP.  He told me I could use the phone in his office and to go and wait for him, which would have turned out to take an hour.  
       I decided after about 15 minutes I wasn't going to miss any more Physics than I had to, so I used the Secretary's phone, which turns out wasn't actually the Secretary because the actual Secretary had gone on a 30 minute lunch break.  So my Mom didn't answer, and after my Dad getting angry over the fact the Sub-Secretary couldn't connect him to the Front Office to get me a pass to go home and change, my Mom finally did answer and in about another 15 minutes I managed to get me a pair of pants. 
    It was a pain in the ass and I got back to class with 15 minutes to go.
    Over this summer I was a lifeguard, in which I was subjected to spending an entire summer of telling kids what and what not to do. (But, unlike teachers, my job was to actually keep them safe and not subject then to humiliation and suicidal feelings).  And I know how hard it is to enforce the rules, and I know that, despite what anyone says, favoritism does play a huge part in who gets away with what.  Which is why you see a bunch of kids walking around with droopy drawers and cheerleaders with shorts up to their asses with their perky little buttcheeks hanging out. 
        When something like getting sent to the office, going through an hour and a half of trying to please these assholes, and then going back to class to see some prep with a skirt shorter than anything I own you get filled with a feeling that could very well push someone to do something drastic. 

It's messy but effective. 

         So coming back to school was pretty fucked up, because (I don't know if it's just me, you guys
will have to let me know) teachers don't seem to value respect.  All I try to do when confronted with a teacher is show them respect and try to follow their rules, but it seems like most of them (Whether it be Assistant Principals, Councilors, Nurses, Front Office Ladies, ect..) go into school thinking I'm going to treat you like a Juvinile Delinquent no matter how you act/what you might have done.  And still manage to sit at my table for an hour and a half playing on my iPhone and letting mini-hookers get away with their tiny clothes.  
           

 In other News

I managed to snag a part in my school's play.  The British pantomime of Cinderella.  And I am the lovely evil stepsister.  Apparently I am extremely well off when playing conceited bitch faces with harrowing, shrill English accents!

My friend Henry got the role of Prince Charming, which highly amuses me seeing as he's got a tendency of being a morbid, dark humored guy with extremely opinionated views on...well...everything.  Although It's been a while since we've hung out, it's whatever.  He's good and I'm good so we're just going to kick ass and be good together.

SO YEAH

 

 

 

 

 

 

School as a modern concept

Sheeple, failure and unattainable ass.  

You know, usually every time I go into a new school year I am full of depression and anxiety that I get no sleep because I worry about how the year is going to go.  But this year, surprisingly enough none of that happened, because when I walked into school, or as most of you know it: 

I'm a junior and I didn't give a shit as I walked into school.  All I saw were conformists and swaggawags, and when I sat through as all my classes reviewed the same policies and rules I knew nothing had changed.  All the teachers told me to put away my coffee and pull up my shirt, when all I wanted to do was scream in their faces and Rock n Roll.

I'm sick of adults and I'm sick of other people's rules

Watch what you say
Watch what you wear
Watch what you do

All I try to do is earn respect, and after two years I would think I could have a little bit, at least.  I went into school thinking "Dude, I'm gonna try my best." Because I thought doing my best would make Me feel good.  But now I'm thinking "Dude, I'm gonna try my best so when I succeed I can rub it in all those asshole's faces and congratulate myself on a job well done."  I know it's selfish.  
It's not like I do things with the intention of offending other people, but maybe other people should just nut up or shut up.  Go complain to someone who cares, or at least someone who will put a little band-aid on whatever boo-boo I have inflicted upon your well being and emotional stability! 

And the boys man. 
All those boys I want, and the one I'm so close to having is such a tease, but the one I love is so far away my heart is breaking with every step away from him, the sweet echo of our kiss long since passed.

I mean that's all Highschool ever boils down to, is raging sex hormones. And maybe a little bit of heartbreak. But mainly like 20% grades and then 80% raging sex hormones.  

But welcome to Junior Year, Jess, hope you make it out alive.