Each class is all the same: "These are your requirements; this is today's lesson; this is due next class." Along with the annoying voice of the teacher rambling on about how important it is to do that one silly problem of homework, students are being distracting by smacking on their gum like cows, screaming "Yo Mama Jokes" across the room, and of course there's always that group of boys in the corner either playing Bloody Knuckles or writing innapropriate things on the walls and desks. Lunch is sickening, as usual. I can't even identify the food. I buy lunch but 90% of the time I don't eat it. If I do somehow scarf it down, later I feel sick and regret even eating it. What's the point of eating if you can't even tell if it's edible in the first place?! The bus ride home is exactly the same as it was in the morning, except now it takes at least an hour to get home. The students on the bus aren't as quiet now. They're constantly screaming and fighting and throwing things. I swear, the bus driver pays more attention to us than he does the road. Barely making it home, I flop down on the couch with food that I'm positive is edible. I take a nap and wake up feeling like a sumo wrestler, being that I binged on everything in the
Each class is all the same: "These are your requirements; this is today's lesson; this is due next class." Along with the annoying voice of the teacher rambling on about how important it is to do that one silly problem of homework, students are being distracting by smacking on their gum like cows, screaming "Yo Mama Jokes" across the room, and of course there's always that group of boys in the corner either playing Bloody Knuckles or writing innapropriate things on the walls and desks. Lunch is sickening, as usual. I can't even identify the food. I buy lunch but 90% of the time I don't eat it. If I do somehow scarf it down, later I feel sick and regret even eating it. What's the point of eating if you can't even tell if it's edible in the first place?! The bus ride home is exactly the same as it was in the morning, except now it takes at least an hour to get home. The students on the bus aren't as quiet now. They're constantly screaming and fighting and throwing things. I swear, the bus driver pays more attention to us than he does the road. Barely making it home, I flop down on the couch with food that I'm positive is edible. I take a nap and wake up feeling like a sumo wrestler, being that I binged on everything in the