One boy in my class tried to sell his brother on eBay. This got him banned for a year and fined. Also, a guy made a run from the school at lunch, ran straight for the gate and crashed into a teachers car. His parents grounded him and he has to pay the cost of the damage he made to the car and after school detention for a week. What was his excuse? “I was just going for a jog, you're always telling us to keep fit.†Idiots, don’t they know how stupid they are? Throwing their life away by having fun and not listening in class? Goodbye life, goodbye future, goodbye dignity.
It’s not the homework and tests and quizzes that annoy me, it’s the people—the teachers, the students—everyone!
The teachers are sitting there, yelling at you for cheating on a test by looking at someone’s paper, but they have no idea that you couldn’t study last night because you’ve been getting abused by your mother. They don’t know what we have to go through and what’s happening at home, so why do they treat us like this?
And then the guidance counselors? They expect me to tell them about my private life, and end up telling my parents anyway. And what’s their good advice? Yoga classes.
And then you’ve got the students. I can’t come to school without wearing Abercrombie jeans and Uggs or no one would talk to me. And then there are the “popular†people who wear underwear to school but call them “shortsâ€. Oh, and I can’t forget my straightened hair, mascara, and ring!
I’d rather stay home by myself, because that way I wouldn’t feel judged. It’s the people that make school horrible. School itself is fine.
I as a blonde don’t understand it. I’m at the top of my class with all As, take hard classes and do lots of extra stuff, and people still choose to call me a dumb blonde! Seriously, hair color has nothing to do with your brain power. I don’t believe any of the stereotypes! Not even the ones that make us look better. Saying someone is a dumb blonde is just like saying almost a 6th of the world is dumb!
I went to the pool today, and honestly have never been so burnt in my life. It hurts to touch it, and I can’t even walk or wear a shirt, because it hurts! Also it makes me so tired, but then I don’t sleep because everything touches my burn! I even wore sunscreen! Thanks amazing SPF.
First of all, this is just what it’s like for me, so don’t dislike it just because this doesn’t happen to you. The first few weeks of summer, I feel so useless. I sit around not knowing what to do. I’m so used to the school year, where everything is chop, chop, get this done, then this, then this, eat, do this, do this, sleep. You know? And then summer comes and I feel like a complete waste of space because I have no real schedule. It makes me feel like a loser. And then comes the heart of summer when things start picking up and the rest of the vacation flies by so quickly. So I love summer vacation, just not the first few weeks.
People complain too much. No one seems to be happy these days. Why? Crack a smile, people! Let’s hear something positive for once. Oh, wait, I just remembered this was Things That I Hate. Well, I hate people being so negative all the time.
I absolutely despise it when people try to understand me and my intentions. It’s not like they ever will. And when they say “I understand how you feelâ€, I want to punch them in the face. You have no idea how I feel, because we are completely different people with different emotions. Just because maybe we’ve experienced the same things does not mean you know how I feel.
Yes, I pretty much already know I will be short for the rest of my life. Being a 13 year old girl, I still cling to the hope that I’ll grow just a little bit more. Then you come along and tell me that I won’t grow any more. I tell you that I still hope I might and you assure me that I won’t. Why would you tell someone with a short complex that?
I hate when I haven’t seen someone (i.e. this one guy) in a year or so and when I see them they treat me like some stranger no matter what history we had in the past! And when my heart is all broken they decide to talk to you again after you’ve decided to move on.