Thoughts During the First Day of Summer College Courses
I scribbled thoughts on a page during a college course I took at my highschool during the summer. This was the only way I wouldn't explode at everyone. Behavior is just awful in the program I'm in. I arranged it and added some explaination.
I fucking hate everyone.
I'm not okay!
I don't want to fucking be here.
This class is for retards.
They are happy to be retarded.
I don't need remedial math.
They think they're so smart. I hate them.
They don't even know how dumb they are.
You're not smart for getting an easy question right.
You're not smart at all.
Please move me to a smart class.
I fantasize about shooting up the school.
This class would be first.
It'll be the only time they'll shut up and listen for once.
If I was holding a gun to their heads.
1.5 hours to go.
Just for this class. There's 2 more.
7 more hours total.
Fuck.
22 more days.
Shit.
I already know how to add numbers!
Are we really applauded someone for getting a question right?
This is supposed to be a college course.
Dipshits.
When is lunch? When do I get to sleep?
Get me the fuck out.