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>Rant< Yearbook
❥ I do not know what to say about myself, or why exactly I think I need to explain myself to you- but I will anyways. My name is Scarlet, and I have an issue with the school I'm going to- an issue with how the school is ran.
It seems as if the school cares more about how full or how empty a class is compared to if the student is happy. They do not care if the student is absolutely failing the class- they will refuse to take that student out of that class. No, I'm not failing the class- I actually have a perfect A in that class. It's the fact that I do not get along well with the teacher. She takes all the stress of taking care of that class out on me, it's not even a class I have to take. It's one I'm being forced to take- even though it's an elective. (It's a one of those classes you can choose to take: study hall, P.E, etc.) This class just so happens to design the yearbook- a class that I don't even need. Despite all of this, at the beginning of the year they had no where else to put me, so sadly I shook my head, and just agreed to being throw in to that class. Which now I am miserable in. But, none of the adults in my school seem to care about this- especially because they have so called "full classes". ( Which for the growing population, isn't even full. )
I've tired to talk to and adult about this, how she yells, complains, and pushes all her stress towards me. Some tell me to completely ignore her she's doing the best she can. Or that, I'm making it up the teacher wouldn't do such a thing like that- or they won't even listen period. So despite all of this, I still try to get out of this class- and the principle tells me, we have no "part-time students". When ultimately, I know they do. My own sister was even one. But of course, my happiness doesn't matter. My health issues that I have gained from being overly stressed in this class can just be washed away with some drug they are insisting my mother place me on- but my mother knows I'm not lying, that I actually am telling the truth. But, it's not like it matters she's tried to talk to them as well. Nothing works, nothing is happening just me wanting to bawl my eyes out and rip out my hair. This is a lovely school year..
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 Posted by: DarkIing Wed Feb 06, 2013 @ 01:10am
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