Alameda

My friend just wrote a great and

endearing post about her brother,

so I feel sort of bad taking the

immoral low-road

(Is that the opposite of "moral high-road"?)

and I'm going to complain about school,

because nothing else in my life

is half as interesting.

let's be honest and brief, shall we?

It was, in the simplest terms,

Shitty.

I mean sure,

I like some of the people

in my classes,

and I like some of my teachers.

But "some" is never the majority.

And when I tell my mother "I hate half my class"

she tells me:

"Great. Maybe they don't like you either!"

Thanks mom,

your moral support is unfailing.

It made me feel like a bad human being.

This year and I are going to have problems.

This year I'm in classes with people

I don't like.

And I know, it happens,

you work through it,

but come on...

how can there be this many people

I despise?

How on earth could my education go from:

"LEARN THIS. DO THIS. OR DIE."

To:

"NOBODY CARES. HA."

In a matter of one school day?

Where did the all the smart kids go?

And despite these setbacks in the

intellect department,

I am no less determined to kick ass this year.

Yes, kick ass.

Because no matter what class it is,

who's teaching it,

or who else is in it,

I'm going to try damn hard

and do my best.

Cheesy?

Totally.

Worth saying?

I think so.

I miss my tough AP class,

I miss my smart kids.

It's going to be one

humdinger of a year,

am I right?