04-04-2008, 06:37 AM
Part I
Normal….
Like, what' normal?
hmm – let me think about it.
It takes jack-*** effort, to top the class in any given f'king subject.
I sit there…for so many days, spanning across those 13 wasted years of my life,
thinking,
"Jebus – you guys just have no 'fking clue, what a waste of *** time!"
How you all wasted my time.
Rewarding me,
with these pathetic tokens of,
"Grades"
"Awards"
…something to make my parents proud…
…and how fake, how shallow and how demoralising it was for me at the time too.
Ho! A.I.Smith receives another A++(whatever the F) momentum to announce,
"By George she's got it! By George she's GOT IT!"
May i present a ar of rolling eyes yet?!!
…
That's what makes it all the more pathetic.
That,
"OH WOW! Look at this girl! Look how amazing she is!"
and Jebus,
how sub-standard and sub-continental were those expectations that you had of me?
~
Reaching my *** "potential"?!
In a pig's ear! (or *** hole even!)
~
What, we're supposed to standardsise that as in…
A+++ equals "an outstanding achievement",
and yet in the opinion of the student who gets judged, she's thinking more like,
"Oh F'k – Like, they're rewarding me for being the lazy gawd'danged SLACKED-ARSED fraud that I am!"
Potential…. so-called "potential" – always in the eyes of those "adults who didn't know any better….."
~
What – you want to label me,
with some kind of Bi-f'king-polar disorder to explain it all?
Well Jebus, how I can give everyone the big
Kit Kat Finger,
on that front.
Erm…like,
can someone,
please describe to me
what bi-polar disorder is,
after you spend a whole f'king
decade,
to completely conquer the depression
that once used to inspire you to
slash at wrists with a…
~
very sharp kind of kitchen knife.
erm – the kind that any hardcore foodie,
would own in their kitchen.
The not-so-cheap kind,
where upon sharpening the blade,
that knife is going to generate a ring so painful (zing zing zing zing <ring ring ring ring>
to the ears,
that you know it's going to slice through a tomato
without chopping your fingertips off.
But it's ok,
because when you hear that zing,
you know that your kife is going to be
uber-sharp,
///Afterall – is it not the most bluntest of knives that generate the greater risk of meltdowns upon attempting to dice up a tomato for some kind of bolognaise source made from scratch? ///
...enought to slice a tomato without slicing the tips of your fingers off...
~
*sighs* - where I drift off to, I don't f'king care.
This is as best as I can come up with to
The Beginning!
~ FIN ~
</part I>
Normal….
Like, what' normal?
hmm – let me think about it.
It takes jack-*** effort, to top the class in any given f'king subject.
I sit there…for so many days, spanning across those 13 wasted years of my life,
thinking,
"Jebus – you guys just have no 'fking clue, what a waste of *** time!"
How you all wasted my time.
Rewarding me,
with these pathetic tokens of,
"Grades"
"Awards"
…something to make my parents proud…
…and how fake, how shallow and how demoralising it was for me at the time too.
Ho! A.I.Smith receives another A++(whatever the F) momentum to announce,
"By George she's got it! By George she's GOT IT!"
May i present a ar of rolling eyes yet?!!
…
That's what makes it all the more pathetic.
That,
"OH WOW! Look at this girl! Look how amazing she is!"
and Jebus,
how sub-standard and sub-continental were those expectations that you had of me?
~
Reaching my *** "potential"?!
In a pig's ear! (or *** hole even!)
~
What, we're supposed to standardsise that as in…
A+++ equals "an outstanding achievement",
and yet in the opinion of the student who gets judged, she's thinking more like,
"Oh F'k – Like, they're rewarding me for being the lazy gawd'danged SLACKED-ARSED fraud that I am!"
Potential…. so-called "potential" – always in the eyes of those "adults who didn't know any better….."
~
What – you want to label me,
with some kind of Bi-f'king-polar disorder to explain it all?
Well Jebus, how I can give everyone the big
Kit Kat Finger,
on that front.
Erm…like,
can someone,
please describe to me
what bi-polar disorder is,
after you spend a whole f'king
decade,
to completely conquer the depression
that once used to inspire you to
slash at wrists with a…
~
very sharp kind of kitchen knife.
erm – the kind that any hardcore foodie,
would own in their kitchen.
The not-so-cheap kind,
where upon sharpening the blade,
that knife is going to generate a ring so painful (zing zing zing zing <ring ring ring ring>
to the ears,that you know it's going to slice through a tomato
without chopping your fingertips off.
But it's ok,
because when you hear that zing,
you know that your kife is going to be
uber-sharp,
///Afterall – is it not the most bluntest of knives that generate the greater risk of meltdowns upon attempting to dice up a tomato for some kind of bolognaise source made from scratch? ///
...enought to slice a tomato without slicing the tips of your fingers off...
~
*sighs* - where I drift off to, I don't f'king care.
This is as best as I can come up with to
The Beginning!
~ FIN ~
</part I>