more excuses to hate people

Yet another perfectly good explanation for my hatred of people:

Nolan and I begin the morning by walking around the school in this monotonous circle, just talking. Well, pretty much the entire school chooses this mindless excercise in the morning. Why we just keep walking in a circle, I’ll never know. At any rate, we’re strolling along, minding our own business, when some hugely annoying loud-mouthed person starts screaming practically in our ear. It wasn’t even directed toward us… but it was so loud and obnoxious. Terrible. I think it was one of those juniors from Memorial. I’m sorry, but I really don’t like that class… at all. I understand how unjust I’m being by stereotyping a class, but there just seem to be a lot of people like that in that particular class. *weird*

I finally walk into homeroom, and we have a substitute. Now, first of all, half of my homeroom was missing. I think it’s because my homeroom consists of a bunch of delinquents, but I might be wrong. I sit down in my seat, and proceed to strain to hear her calling off the names in the class. Some people weren’t responding, and I’d have to say “Yeah he’s here”. Where? *points* “Right there…” Great. Fine. So then her numbers weren’t adding up, and she had to read through our names again. Mind you, no one was really trying to help her, with the exception of me. My problem is I don’t know half the people IN my homeroom… so I’m not the greatest help in the world. The sub finally got through the list twice, and her numbers were adding up and all that. She then discovers that she needs a pencil in order to actually mark attendence on the sheet. (What kind of a substitute doesn’t bring a fricken pencil?) She starts asking the people near her desk if they have a pencil, but they’re all pretty much ignoring her. Quite possibly because the druggies and sluts are by her desk. Oh wait… that’s most of my homeroom. Getting no response, she proceeds to search the desk, again her efforts being fruitless. I finally get out of my desk and walk across the room and hand her a mechanical pencil, wait as she fills in 7 little absence bubbles, and gives it back.

What’s the moral of the story? Well the kids in the school are rude, obnoxious, inconsiderate, and totally unwilling to help. Not to mention they’re all truant and evil. The other part is the fact that some substitutes just can’t handle things. I mean, I really do feel sorry for the lady, because her day just started out like crap… and I can’t imagine that’s very reassuring to a sub. But on the other hand, she didn’t even have a pencil? And I’m pretty sure she marked the wrong person absent. *sigh* Whatever. I just hate people.

Most excellent discussion in English by the way. It so reminded me of the philosophy emails that used to go around. Kind of funny how Meg mentioned it in class too. At any rate, it was all about faith, but not specifically in the religious sense. We were talking about believing in things that we couldn’t necessarily prove. Beautiful class. Did I mention I love book talks?

~swept away believing~

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