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07/27/09(Mon)01:34 No.23389973  I hated my high school life.
To
start with, I had no friends. God forbid I didn't fall neatly into the
druggie, meathead, goth, or choir boy crowd. The faculty at my school
was all business, so none of them would dare form even a mentor-pupil
relationship with students for some reason. The only thing counselors
were good for was telling students they wanted to talk to their parents.
My
family wasn't much of a help, either. My drug addict brother would
regularly steal my money and video games because my mother gave him the
key to my bedroom, and living in a distant suburb with nothing around
for 10+ miles + no car = can't get a new lock. My sister, though only
in elementary school at the time, was enough of a bossy bitch to make
me avoid her like the plague. My father was never around to set any of
these retards straight, and even if he had been around, my brother and
sister walked all over him then just like they do now, but you'd better
believe they didn't and still don't take the slightest shit from me. My
mother, when not doing things like asking me to make the decision
whether or not she should get a divorce, would always tell me what a
pathetic fuck up I was compared to my brother, the golden child of the
family even after he failed to graduate from high school.
Do I miss high school? Fuck no, and when I got the 10 year reunion letter in the mail, I just tore it up. |
