10/10/01

Today was my “pissed off” pet peeve today. It’s time for venting…four things. Don’t like ’em? Too bad. I don’t happen to care.

1. PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW WHAT A CUTOFF IS! 2 beats, people, 2 beats! Let’s review – “Take a letter, Miss Jones, quote, I regret to inform you.” OFF! Okay. Sorry. That one’s been bugging me for a while now. I honestly think some people in 6th hour don’t really know how to read music…they just know how to sing.

Yes, there is a difference.

2. PDAs in class. There’s one couple in particular that just turns my stomach…if you can’t keep your hands off of each other during a lecture, well…that’s just disturbing. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not used to it, but I still find it rather, well, gross. Just wait until the bell rings. And then you’ll be out of my sight and I personally don’t care what you do.

Unless, of course, you happen to make that couch comment. I think Aly would agree that it was totally uncalled for.

3. I just realized that I can’t really write about this one…I’ll get bitched at. And I don’t really feel like getting nasty notes from someone about it. So…eh. Whatever.

4. This is the big one, folks. It’s the only thing (besides being yelled at) that gets me really upset. I can’t help but notice how incredibly rude people my age are. I notice this in one particular form – talking. Now, I have some pretty open, free teachers this year. Wolters, Ward, and Windhorst especially. They all encourage class discussion and want us to feel like we’re actually in college (they all teach my “college” courses). But then STUPID PEOPLE have to abuse the privilege. In every single class I can find evidence of this…except for, believe it or not, Spanish. Well, and gym/band aux, of course, but that doesn’t really count. Anyway, in English, there’s a little group of four in the back corner that shouldn’t be in there. They don’t care. The sick thing is, 3 of them are very, very smart people. But they’d rather sit back there and gossip and yammer on than listen to Mrs. W. She’s really interesting, guys! Come on! In Band, whenever the announcements are on, I find it SO ironic that the girl saying, “Shhh!” is always the one talking. 🙂 Funny, eh? I just find it so incredible that so many people have such a difficult time just keeping their mouth shut. In Genetics, those silly junior girls are always talking about what they did with their boyfriends (I REALLY don’t want to know, thanks) or how many TAP notices they got (great thing to be proud of!). In 6th hour, well…you know all that. Psych isn’t actually too bad. It’s gotten a bit worse because Ward IS so free with us. But I think that one will be okay. We just get really distracted sometimes. But during play practice might be the worst. And when people are talking/not paying attention to E, he yells. Which is my least favorite thing in the whole entire world. Seriously.

Hey, this is for one particular (anonymous) person – Do you think you’re “exempt” beacuse you’re smart? Do you think that because you’re a “rebel,” the person who makes it their life business/goal to be dfferent, that you don’t have to follow the rules? Not stupid rules, like the whole mesh backpack thing, but simple rules of courtesy? What the heck has happened to being polite? I’m sorry, but I happen to respect authority. Not in the subservient, I-will-do-whatever-you-want way, but we all deserve just a bit of respect. Maybe that’s what’s really wrong with the world. I don’t know. I just don’t understand why I’m one of VERY few that seems to understand the concept of keeping your mouth shut. Yes, I babble. A LOT. But at a time when it’s, well, appropriate. So, despite how crazy I may sound :), it’s “okay” to do that. Get what I’m saying? And don’t think that somehow you’re exempt from this “rule.” Intelligence doesn’t mean you have the power to do whatever you want. Don’t think that for one second.

Wow. I have a lot of anger today. A lot. Had another emotional breakdown in 6th hour…wow, those are NOT fun. Trying to sing while crying doesn’t really work. And what lovely thoughts ran through my head! That would have been the PERFECT time for the USB port in my head! I don’t want to go back to the psychologist because I don’t know how I could possibly explain these things to them. I can’t even explain to myself! I just know that I’ve hit rock bottom so many times in the past few weeks…I think I’m starting to break through that bottom…and there’s just another, deeper hole underneath.