Good-Bye 5/25/2001
Twelve more days left and then it's good-bye high school. Personally, I can't say I'll miss it too much. Last Monday, I stayed afer with my calculus teacher to review for a test I would take the next day. After leaving the review, I had no idea what I was doing. I missed to 2:05 bus and my mother wasn't home, so I had to take the 3:15 bus. I live three miles from the school and I was wearing heels, so walking home was a big no-no. So, I'm sitting on a stairwell, trying to make sense of my calculus notes.
As a side note, who here agrees with me that there is no point to calculus? I mean, who in the world is going to come up to me and ask, "Excuse me. Do you know how to evaluate an integral?" Or, on an interview, my interviewer will say, "ARTIST, you have all of the qualifications for this job, and we really like you as a person. Now, one last question...what is the anti-derivative to 2sin(x)cos(2x)?" It's such a worthless subject...
Anyway, so I'm sitting on the stairs, and some lowerclassman and some delinquint (spelling?) from my grade named John V., come over to me. The younger delinquint asks, "What are you reading?" I gave him an evil look. "Calculus huh? Whoa man, I don't understand any of that shit. I was in precalculus once. I went to class once the whole year." The older delinquint says, "Yeah, dude, calculus is some hard shit." They laughed and walked away. Thanks for your intelligent input, guys, I really appreciated it. In case you couldn't tell from my scathing looks, your input was not wanted. Then, another brainstorm from my grade, Mike L., who is staying in high school an extra year because he is too stupid to graduate high school in four, starts barking at me in front of everyone in the lobby. Thanks, Mike, I appreciate the public embarrassment. As if I'm not already horribly self-conscious about my looks...
Whatever. Most of the people who bother me are ironically being held back an extra year, have serious family problems, or are on various illegal substances. Maybe if they're lucky, they can be my janitors in years to come.
Until later
Artist
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