Tuesday, August 26, 2014 "Nervous Kid."

Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Week: 2
Songs to Remember: Hard to Explain - The Strokes

        Why is high school P.E so serious? Isn't getting fit and exercise good enough? We have to go MLG NBA All-star on people? And we get graded on if we're physically gifted or not?

        So we basically worked on our Zombie Hammurabi's code project all period. My teacher played "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj on Pandora during class. Nobody gave a f*** so it was aight. Pretty calming period.

        English 2A was slightly good, slightly bad. Slightly good, as the teacher had us watch a report on how this author plagiarized basically word for word of James Bond stories. Then she had us watch this YouTube video of how video copyright works. I think the video was called "YouTube Copyright
Basics". Yep, definitely that. You can search it up on YouTube.

        The next video she showed was this YouTube video on music plagiarism. The video had like comparisons between songs and their plagiarized counter-parts. The video's called "MUSIC PLAGIARISM: The Most Obvious Song Copies!". A lot of the songs, all the girls were like "Ooohhh nooooo!" 'cause their favorite songs like, Taylor Swift's "Haunted", or Coldplay's "Viva La Vida", were actually copies. A lot of lives were changed today from that video.

        At the end of the period the teacher had us turn in our essays from yesterday and after we akk turned them in, she was like " Some of you did only one" and I was like "What" and she was like "You all had to write 2 essays, the full one and the condensed one" and everybody was like "What the f***". Yesterday she did not say anything about 2 essays, nothing, nothing about the number 2. People were like " You didn't tell us" and she was like "I repeated it" and I'm just like "What the f***, you did not mention 2 at all, and I was listening actually". Well, looks like everybody won't be getting A's, mostly 'cause of s*** like this

        You know, chemistry class ain't all that fun anymore. During the first couple days, now that was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The next few days I was like "I can't wait for chemistry". Now it's just like "Ehhhh, I have P.E next". So uh, yeah. We went over the homework from the past few days and that was about it. Oh and uh, during class, after we went over the homework, the teacher asked us to hold out our arms, kinda like as if you were going to push something. Then he was like " Alright, now do this with your left hand, now your right, in, out, over under" and just, a bunch of weird hand tricks and everyone's all like "What".

        After he was fibished, he was like "That you just did was called (something with a c, I don't remember what the word was)". And then he's like " In which you work your hands so they're ready for note-taking. Now, get out a sheet of paper". And I was just like "You cheeky c4nt m8, having us exercise our hands for note-taking. Not bad, not bad". He probably does that every year to his classes. *sigh* I swear, his tactics though.

        So it was physical education time, my now least favorite part of the day, worse than Algebra II/ Trigonometry. Today the teacher had us start practicing passing. We had to claps our hands together, arms out, squat, the usual Volleyball stance. I think I got it down. But that's the easy part. After that, the teacher had us pair up to practice our passing and I was like " F***", 'cause barely know anyone here, people I know who I don't talk to/ don't wanna talk to, and people who just don't wanna be partners with me, and I understand. I wouldn't want to be partners with me either.

        And of course, that day, there just had to be an odd number of people (you see the flaws with this pairing system), so of course, I had to be the one to go to the teacher and be like "I don't have a partner". She had me be grouped up with this one girl and this one dude, who seem to be getting along happily, until I came and it was my turn to pass and hit the ball. But that wasn't the bad part of all this, no it got worse.

        The teacher blew her whistle to signal evrybody to stop, and as she told everybody to stop and sit down right where they are, a ball rolls to me, from like, someone across the gym (accodentally of course). I sat there listening to the teacher like a good student I'm expected and supposed to be. The teacher challenged everybody to pass the ball along with their partner and to see which pair could keep rallying the ball the longest. Well, the dude sat out for this one so I participate. Everyone stands up, the teacher was finished explaining and then was like " What is that Volleyball doing there?" And with everybody's eyes on me, I passed the ball back to the group who had it. As I was about to do it, this dude across from the gym was like "NERVOUS KID!" I had the feeling of "Oh my f***ing god". Another dude joined in with him. I just wanted to f***ing bolt out of the f***ing place after he said that and everybody watching.

        What? Is it 'cause I'm 5' 3"? 'Cause I'm kinda short? Or is it the glasses? Do I look nerdy? Might as well call me faggot, a wimp, nerd. Why say "nervous kid"? Is it 'cause the teacher was there?  Might as well announce it on the speakers for the whole school to know, 'cause I guess it's true. I guess I'm not that great at Volleyball so far, nor do I have much social skills, nor do I speak aliud what pops up in my mind. Some people, they're going places alright. 'Cause P.E is such a gratifying thing to excel at, I mean, if you're suck, might as well not even participate right? When was the last time colleges cared about physical education classes in high school?

        Physical tests like this is a huge f***ing issue. Everybody (a majority of people) can pick up a pencil and write. Less people of that majority can, I don't know, dunk a basketball. Or maybe run a mile, 'cause of asthma. People take physical education way too seriously, as if you their whole life depended on excelling at it. Physical education is so biased towards people with the right genetics. Short people? Nope, can't be good at basketball, gotta have the tall height gene for that. Football? Got to have the right body-mass for that, anybody below 120 lb should just stay on the bench.

        And the people who judge others 'cause of lack of skills, probably don't even know who they are. Has the dude who calls short Asian teens "Nervous kids" ever experienced depression? Probably not. Ever struggled in sports? Probably not. Gets girls? Probably. Can talk out of his ass? Probably.

        After that happened, we just started again on the rallying and I was just thinking "I should just kill myself after school, after I write this so people know who to blame for how I am". Or I could just run away, since I'm too scared to end my life, 'cause I'm such a " nervous kid". Maybe I just won't do anything 'cause I'm so "nervous"? God, I wish the school-year would end already now, just so those f***ing seniors (hopefully they're seniors or else so help me) leave and I'd never have to see their asses again.

        In the end, I'm too scared to kill myself. I'm always gonna be 5' 3", probably already hit NY growth spurt so this is probably the tallest I'll ever be. And forever will Reddit be one of NY closest friends. As this one person had said " Tall people have experienced what it's like to be short and tall, but short people won't". So if I do kill myself, if I do die, and you hear or see a news report on "High school kid commits suicide and kept his life story on a blog", then you'll know one of the reasons why.

        I really don't want to go to P.E tomorrow. Oh and did I mention how I didn't have a partner? Yeah, odd numbered f***ing classes. And no, I don't want to be paired with the teacher. *sigh*, I'm probably gonna have to be in that awkward god-forsaken 3 person group again. Please, kill me now. This arc should be called "Life  problems of a nervous teenager". And remember those times when I talked about if I had talked to a girl or not in my day? Yeah, good times.

        So are we all equal? Can we really do what we put our mind into? Do some people get an easy life on a silver-platter? I don't see it that way. See you tomorrow.