God, I really cannot do high school anymore. I'm in my free period right now. I need to pee. You'd think this would be a perfect situation, it being free period. However, last time I peed in free period, the teacher assigned to patrol this room flipped out on me for leaving without permission and then proceeded to walk with me to every free period activity for the rest of the week. The last time I needed to pee in free period, I made a point of asking permission. She told me to do it some other time.
CALM THE HELL DOWN, PEOPLE. I can vote. I can buy a house. I can get married. I can smoke. I can go to prison. I can have sex with a 99-year-old man. I can run for some political offices. I can't rent a car, but I can buy and drive one. I am, according to the United States of America, an adult. And yet, because some aging woman needs to find somewhere she has control in order to feel worthy and special, I cannot empty my bladder when I want. HIGH SCHOOL IS THE MOST RIDICULOUS BIZARRO WORLD.
On a related note, I've found that I really don't like my AP Literature teacher. I love her, because we're obviously wired the same way if Hamlet gets both of us hot and bothered, but I don't like her. The other day she was doing what she does best, listening to my private conversation with my best friend outside her class, and it went something like this:
Hayley: God, I really cannot do high school anymore.
Teacher: --Yes, you can. All eighteen-year-olds wake up one day and start rejecting authority and thinking they're smarter than all their teachers and dragging through school. You'll get over it.
Don't you just adore when people who don't know you... tell you about yourself? On the contrary, ma'am, I woke up and started rejecting authority the moment I was born. I don't think I'm smarter than all my teachers, but I'm intelligent enough to know that they're people, and people are awful. And perhaps I'm not talking about being sick of school. Perhaps I'm talking about my depressive disorder with my best friend, and perhaps we don't need interjections from a cruel, jaded fifty-something-year-old woman.
Siiiigh. I'm just very sick of being treated like a subordinate by people who are just trying to validate themselves by taking out their own frustrations and self-analyses on others.
I'm going to introduce this blog to the fiveawesomegirls viewers today. I'm also going to admit to having a dailybooth and link to my twitter. Three things I've been putting off. I've been reading a ton of stuff lately, so I think I'm going to talk about that, too. I basically just want to get a video up in the event that Liane (lianeandthemusic) can't tomorrow, because I hate seeing only one 5AG video in a week.
Oh oh oh, and if you're reading this, please go leave some kind of friendly comment or nice message to Kayley (owlssayhooot). I don't care where you do it. She's having a bad couple days, and anything that can lighten her mood would be appreciated. Also, Leah (professorspork) is really stressed lately and Kristina (italktosnakes) is, as you probably know, having a hard time. Let's pull our own microcosmic Project for Awesome and let them know we love them.
Sexy: Bringing creative insights to class literature discussions. Defending your opinions, but being open to other points of view.
Unsexy: Faking laughing in hopes that everyone around you will see how fun you are.
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH. Another thing that's unsexy? Watching a beloved TV show writhe in pain as it's left to die. Last night's Scrubs featured only two of the main characters, and it really seems like they're trying to write Elliot off. Urrrrrgh.
Chipotle burritos this year: 9
Days left of high school: 34
Bye, guys. See you later tonight. <3