I'm in my final year of senior school, and in my mind this should provide me with power and superiority over younger (and therefore inferior) grades. I certainly remember being a teeny-weeny 13-year-old regarding the Year 12's with awe and worshipful devotion, never dreaming I could one day be like them: omniscient...powerful...seventeen.
Yet here I am, and I've realised that the Year 8's these days are nothing like that. They're not humble, sweet and devoted. No, they're complete shits. And should die. Slowly.
The unfortunate thing about kids who've just entered high school is that they don't immediately grasp that they are no longer the biggest and the baddest. They are at the bottom of the food chain, and need to learn that WE WILL CRUSH THEM AND EAT THEIR SOULS!
Now, I'm not generally an antagonistic person, but when they purposefully squeak their wet shoes on the rubber floor of the train, or listen to Justin Bieber through speakers, or play games on the computers at lunch when I FUCKING NEED TO PRINT MY ASSIGNMENT, or make out in public (which, let's face it, is pretty much CP), I can't be held responsible if I lose my fight against the urge to hold their heads under the wheels of an oncoming truck.
There is no excuse... |
I mean, the other day I was in the library at school and a few boys were playing chess in between the stacks, when there were perfectly good tables a few metres away. When I -politely- pointed this out to them and asked them to shift their game to a more logical and convenient location, they proceeded to suggest I perform something upon myself that I'm certain is anatomically impossible. There were several problems with this-
1. I needed a book.
2. They were playing chess in their lunch time, which automatically made them too nerdy to even come close to pulling off such audacity.
3. I'M BIGGER, OLDER, SMARTER, HOTTER AND BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY AND USE A TABLE YOU OBNOXIOUS LITTLE SHITS!!!!
4. I really needed that book.
They get worse every year...
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