Song of the moment: Shoot Shoot


Warning: My thoughts were extremely cluttered when I was typing this and I have posted it here without editing any of it for it's content--have it be bad grammar, run-on sentences, misspellings, etc. Everything here was written out of pure compulsive rage: I wrote what was in my head and pushed out the anger by expressing it with limitless vulgarity. However, I do not apologize for my offensive language, for this is how I really sound like in person when I'm steaming mad. With that, I hope you enjoy the show and realize that there are far more bizarre, slightly schizophrenic people out there than you think. I am a living example of that manically eccentric group.


I am so fucking tired of my stupid senior English class. Ever since the beginning of the year, my stupid teacher, combined with the shitty ass books we read has lowered my overall interest in READING. I haven't been able to really enjoy what I'm reading because of the way that that whore Mrs. Martin teaches the class and her damn shitty passive agressive behavior. I'VE HAD ENOUGH.


I don't even need English right now to graduate--and since I'm going to Cabrillo anyways, I don't see the fucking point. So far in the school year, I would read certain parts of our textbook novels and basically bullshit my way through essays, quizzes and tests. I've managed to get a B in the class, but I seriously CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT ANY LONGER. I know I have the ability to comprehend complex reading material. I know I can write damn good essays if I really commit myself to it. The problem with my class is that my motivation to really do well is crushed by the half-ass books that we read. Everything we've read so far in the class are basically ALL THE SAME. They're all depressing third-world country crap, at least 2 of the main characters die, and the whole plot of ALL OF THEM is basically about the harshness of living in huts and the gender inequality of this and that and WHATEVER.


Fucking A.


Here's a list of some of the books we've read so far:


-Cracking India by Bapsi Sidhwa (The plot doesn't pick up from the ashes of boringsville until 250 pages into the book. That's half of the fucking book gone to waste with lame shit that no one cares about)


-Things Fall Apart by Chinhua Achebe (People in 10th grade read this shit. Some African guy named Okonkwo leads the perfect life and eventually brings it down to ruins after making a few stupid mistakes. Boring!)


-Nectar in a Sieve by Kamala Markandaya (Some chick's depressing experience as an Indian bride. THE END.)


-Bride Price by Buchi Emecheta (Rivalry of two villages in Africa. Some chick's family pays the "Bride Price" to the groom and his family. Slightly depressing in a boring sort of way. BLAH.)


-No One Write to the Colonel by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (This was actually one of the only books I liked. Although, I liked interpreting the symbolism that Marquez used rather than actually reading through it. This was one of the books that got me to look deeper and find the treasures that the author hides on purpose in order to get the reader to think about the message that he's trying to convey.)



I told my friend, Lorraine about my plans to drop the class. She said that it's a stupid idea because even if the class is indeed shitty, I have the opportunity to exercise my writing and book interpretation skills that will help me out in college english. Realistically, I feel as if I have not learned anything usefull in the class thusfar except for the experience of reading really boring books for nearly two semesters. On the bright side, I toned my skills in bullshiting in essays--managing to get an A on an interprative essay while reading just two chapters throughout the book itself. It may be good practice if I were to major in law, but in the long run, I really have just developed a bad habit that will eventually ruin me if I were to pursue a career in journalism.


So, in my own twisted conclusion, in order to prevent myself from destroying my ability to write as a real journalist--particularly the ability to actually know and care about the subject of my future compositions, not to mention my SANITY--I have no choice but to drop my ridiculous English class. And I will do so tommorow after my government class. Doing this will not only remove the dragging load off of my shoulders and give me more time and energy to work on classes that I need to pass for graduation, but I will finally re-gain my passion for reading and writing.


[End of rant]


For those of you who read this cluttered mess of random bursts of rage, I thank you. Writing this not only made me realize the urgency of the situation, but has relieved me of my built-in frustration.