10-27-2010, 01:38 AM
Today is fucking shit.
I woke up thinking that my "support teacher" would actually support me. Yeah, right. All he did was stab me in the back and twist my plans to make them seem like they were all his idea. He could be a fucking televangelist.
So I head over to my conference and sit down, thinking he'll tell my parents what he told me: That my plan was a good one and it will work. But no. He takes everything I have told him about myself over the past quarter and goes the other way. He knows I hate "Systems" that are supposed to boost my grades and keep me organized. He knows that I hate tutors, and "extra help". And he knows that I hate my parents knowing about my grades. So, what do you think he does? He sits down with a copy of my fucking transcript and suggests tutors and lays down a system.
He just opened the gates of hell. He can forget having my trust, he can forget having me tell him shit about my life, he can forget me liking him. He is a self-righteous prick who enjoys making himself look good. He says, and I quote: "I like kids like you! You realize that you need to do your homework during your junior year and it looks like I solved all your problems. It makes me look great!"
So it's only 9:30 as I type this and I have learned more than I did all last week at school. I learned that the one teacher I thought I could trust, Mr. Doug Davidson, is actually a backstabbing traitor. I learned that my father is an ignorant imbecile who will swallow whatever bullshit you feed him as long as you have a college degree, and that he is "humiliated" by the fact that he can't have another son like my older brother, Erik Parker, whom I look up to. I learned that my mother is the only person who has my interests in mind. And I learned that the only person that is truly looking out for me and my welfare is myself and a select few of my friends. All in all, my two days off were supposed to be heaven, but Mr. Doug Davidson just sent them straight to hell.
I woke up thinking that my "support teacher" would actually support me. Yeah, right. All he did was stab me in the back and twist my plans to make them seem like they were all his idea. He could be a fucking televangelist.
So I head over to my conference and sit down, thinking he'll tell my parents what he told me: That my plan was a good one and it will work. But no. He takes everything I have told him about myself over the past quarter and goes the other way. He knows I hate "Systems" that are supposed to boost my grades and keep me organized. He knows that I hate tutors, and "extra help". And he knows that I hate my parents knowing about my grades. So, what do you think he does? He sits down with a copy of my fucking transcript and suggests tutors and lays down a system.
He just opened the gates of hell. He can forget having my trust, he can forget having me tell him shit about my life, he can forget me liking him. He is a self-righteous prick who enjoys making himself look good. He says, and I quote: "I like kids like you! You realize that you need to do your homework during your junior year and it looks like I solved all your problems. It makes me look great!"
So it's only 9:30 as I type this and I have learned more than I did all last week at school. I learned that the one teacher I thought I could trust, Mr. Doug Davidson, is actually a backstabbing traitor. I learned that my father is an ignorant imbecile who will swallow whatever bullshit you feed him as long as you have a college degree, and that he is "humiliated" by the fact that he can't have another son like my older brother, Erik Parker, whom I look up to. I learned that my mother is the only person who has my interests in mind. And I learned that the only person that is truly looking out for me and my welfare is myself and a select few of my friends. All in all, my two days off were supposed to be heaven, but Mr. Doug Davidson just sent them straight to hell.
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See that guy, he's a drifter! But drifting leads to Bickering, Bickering leads to Karate, and Karate leads to flying around between windows and shit! Then a big guy starts shooting lightning everywhere and Kurt Russell Shows up and Kicks his Ass!