#and the 11th students are in a wierd place

[bestillmybeefyheart]

Highschool

HS for me went like this... 9th Grade - Freshman. School offers first computer class ever. Taught by the sweetest idiot teacher on the planet. I taught the class literally. Most of the students just spent their time pirating video games on the Apple II computers. I made friends with the most popular football player and his sister who was a cheerleader and no one beat me up all year. No one signed my year book except her. 10th Grade - Sophmore. He graduated and all his friends beat me and my friends up every day. I was so bored by the boring classes and redundant BS homework that I failed or got horrible grades. I did ace my Pre-Algebra class and that was it. No one signed my yearbook except the usual fake "See you next year" or "Enjoy your summer" because no one liked me or knew me. 11th Grade - Junior. Jocks still beating me up for being a "punker". They played pranks on me like hand moving my little car so I had to pay a tow truck to get it out of where they moved it to. No one from the school did anything about this. I finally made some friends, who we went off campus and got high with and skipped class a lot. Algebra was so boring and redundant, I wrote a program that did my homework for me so I could just copy the solutions out in my own handwriting, which to me demonstrated the skills to do the work if I could write an app to do all the work for me. Still got beat up. Still had no one sign my year book. 12th Grade - Senior 1. Still being beat up, but I learned how to avoid the jocks. I left a dead squirrel in one of their lockers with a note that they were next after one of them beat me up. They never touched me again after that. one of the wierd kids who was a trouble maker got blamed and I didnt care. I failed too many classes due to boredom so I had to take another year of classes. And my yearbook was still empty. 12th Grade - Senior 2. Half a semester this time. Finally had some real friends. We spent most of our time drinking and hanging out, going to my parent lake condo and partying on the boat, had a blast. Still got beat up, but I also did some of my own beating up. Don't bring a fist to a bat fight bitch. Graduation night, one of our group stole the security guard's cart and we drove it all over the place on the grounds where the graduation was at. Then we all went and partied for a year or two together. Somewhere in there I almost got shot, had someone try to cut my hair and they got kicked so hard in the nuts that they had to be taken to the ER in an ambulance, and I shit in one guys car because he beat me up all 4 years. It wasn't until after HS that my life became somewhat livable. I had good friends. We were joined at the hip. F HS. F the school I went to. And F grades and grade points. I learned more and knew more then all those dicks combined. I was just bored because I was smart and I didnt feel like doing 300 algebra problems every single night. I do not miss HS even a little bit. I do miss those friends though. And I hope the guy who had to goto the ER never could have kids. Mess with the punks, get kicked in your junks.