Things You REALLY Hate About (Your/in general) School

[Toad556]

What do you really hate about school?
Work? Teachers? Assistant Principals? Classes? Other People? The School Year? What?
I really hate that they keep extending the school year, slowly but surely

I remember we used to start school 8/25 or the last monday of Agust, and end the final wednesday of May, then it changed to the 21st, and if not that the 3rd Wednesday, even though we got out earlier, it wasn't in proportion.

Last year we began 8/11, and ended a little less than a month ago, on 5/25

This year, we begin 8/9, and then we end 5/20, with hardly any breaks besides the typical Winter, Thanksgiving, and Spring Breaks, at least we still get Snow Make-Up days (which we just about always get off, I mean we're in the south)

[Flamethrower Mario]

The fact that many of the things I spend so much time learning will be almost, but not entirely, useless.

[Princess Zelda of Hyrule]

My school:

Budget cuts. Because of these, tuition has gone up to such an insane level that I can't re-enroll without almost a full ride scholarship. What's especially irritating about the budget cuts is that they're still dishing dollars into athletics - you wouldn't believe the stink they made when our football team won the state championship this past year. But at the same time, they're downsizing the art department, particularly the music department, and even more particularly the choral department. Basically, we have one director for all of the middle school and high school choirs, which is more than she or anybody can handle. We have no accompanist. We have no uniforms (Last year, our uniforms were custom-made and included a string of real pearls for every girl). The literature is laughable, and the quality of the performances is depressingly beneath what it used to be even as recently as last year.

Assemblies. They're pointless.

The second half of my sophomore year. Starting late November or early December, it was nonstop depression. It wasn't the school itself. It was me -- I wasn't in the mood for it. I hated getting up on a cold, dark, rainy morning to sit in a classroom and listen to an irritating lecture that I could care less about, but not be able to tune it out because I'm supposed to be freaked out about the test like everybody else is, even though I could really care less about the test because I can always BS my way through it, or fail and find some other way to bring up my GPA, or, if that's not possible, not really care anyway, because I JUST WANT OUT OF THIS STUPID ROUTINE. Before then, I loved school. I guess my freshman ignorance from the previous year wore off. Rising juniors are supposed to hate school, aren't they?


In general:

Budget cuts. I'm upset about the deterioration of our music department, but I realize that our school is lucky to even have one. Most schools in my area have had to do away with all arts and sports, and even busing. It's ridiculous.

Dances. People spend way too much money, time, and energy on them. They're overly dramatized, especially by girls who think that getting a date is like getting married. When you make such a big deal about the preparation process, the actual three-hour thing is a disappointment.

Tuesdays. Much worse than Mondays. You're exhausted from the day of work behind you, but you still have the whole week ahead of you.

Summer reading. #&)*($&%$(*)&%$)(*&%)$(*&%)$&*%!!!

The girl culture. I'm fortunate enough to have a group of loyal friends. But why should "loyalty" even be a concern? Forget physical violence. It's much worse to be the victim of backstabbing, exclusion, and gossip.

[ June 21, 2004, 12:12 AM: Message edited by: Princess Zelda of Hyrule: God Bless ]

[Eagle Eye]

Amen to the last part PZoH,
The thing is you can't go anywhere without someone sayin' **** about you, that's life, and I just piss them off by doing the opposite of what they think I do, whether I truefully do it or not

[Princess Zelda of Hyrule]

The best is hiding in a bathroom stall, waiting until a group of girls comes in and talks about you, and then coming out and embarrassing them at just the right moment.

[Eagle Eye]

It's fun doing that, well that sorta stuff, not the ladies bathroom stuff or anything

[Juliet]

Credits. Nothing is more exasperating than knowing exactly what you want to do, and yet being forced to take all these classes that won't help you in whatever that is. It almost makes me cry to think how much I could've accomplished in music by this point in my life had I not lost so much practice time to core subjects...

[Godot]

From a special education learning profile, my teachers treat me like I am really slow. I mean, they talk slower to me, and hell, they kick me out of regular routine to send me to the "Learning Lab" (It's a very small room with one computer, a jack up to a printer to print stuff for your Alphasmart and a few chairs, now and then teachers come in to check on you and leave.) to do work which is harder. I could learn if they talk to me normally and freaking point out the important things, rather than be like “I going to teach you how to add, how to subtract, then how to put it in decimal form!” At least during when I am in the learning lab, I can sleep or go on the computer, rather than being around slow talking teachers.

The second thing is that I am in CM courses. Of course, the class I am always in is full of people who doesn’t want to participated in learning, and always interrupt me and others who want to learn by hollering, laughing, and burning pencils with lighters. They are talking about inappropriate topics when we were trying to learn about how tornadoes are form in weather patterns.

Third, I have horrible asthma. I have to hold my bladder because when I open the door, if they haven’t air out the bathroom out in a while, a huge smoke cloud comes out and causes me to have breathing problems.

That’s about it.

[Eagle Eye]

I hate all the credits too Juliet, half of the classes we have to take aren't even useful but for a career in that category

WE have to take
- 4 years of English, I, II, III & IV
- 3 Years of Math depending on your level when you enter High School, Foundations I and II , Algrebra I, Geometry, Algrebra II, Calculus, Statistics, AP Calculus
- 3 Yrs. of science, Physical Science, biology, BHonors, APBio, Chemestry
- 1 year of P.E.
- @ least 1 Art
- " " Music
There may be others, I can't think of any though

[c_jks]

There isn't really anything about school I particularly hate, but the people are the worst.

There's the guys who act as if they are badasses and thugs, and think it's cool to be "ghetto". The guys who think and act like they could beat the living hell out of you at any given moment, though you know that at the end of the day, they catch a ride from their mom in her SUV, yelling at them to hurry up because they are late for thier brother's soccer practice. You also know that they bluff their way through everything. If they do try to start a fight with you, you just call their bluff and they'll back off. Then there's the jocks. They don't really piss me off anymore, considering I only had to deal with them in P.E. The guys who can be a pro at any sport and let you know every five seconds that you can't. Also, I hate when schools go easier on them when they screw up because they are on some kind of team.

There's the girls. Really, the only problem are the ones who are the super-ultra-extreme-selfish-has-a-new-boyfriend-every-week preps who think it's cool to, basically, be a selfish ***** and insult everyone behind their back. They are the ones who are somewhat pretty, and usually wear tight shirts and then yell at you when you look (has never been a problem of mine, but i've had a friend). They think they are better than you and swoon over every "cute" guy in every T.V. show. They coin stupid phrases like "j/k" and of course, all act the same. They dress the same, they wear their hair the same way, they all sound the same, and they all act the same. I can't wait to see one of them at the 30 year reunion standing next to one of those "cute guys", now complete with a beer belly and wearing a shirt that's so short you can count the hairs on his stomach. I can't wait to see her with a pound of make-up on her face and living in a trailer. I'm gonna take pictures.

And I swear, if someone like Bolt comes in here and starts yelling at me about labeling, calling me conceited or rude, or apathetic towards them, or saying that "They are people too!" (no they're not) then i'll bite your head off.

[ June 21, 2004, 09:42 PM: Message edited by: c_jks ]

[ocarinagirl]

I didn't like the fact that HHS didn't teach Japanese. And the language teachers themselves were WAY out of proportion (4 Spanish teachers...and 1 German teacher! WTF?).

Oh Christ, I hated the budget cuts to the arts SO MUCH. I had to endure ****ty stage conditions for 4 years. I kept thinking that the battons would fall on me any second, they were so rickety.

No air conditioning.

Pep rallies. I didn't go. Nobody needs to go. They're retarded.

Sports coaches who are incapable of teaching. A few of them were good...like my geography teacher. But other than that....just NO.

Looking at slides of crotch rot in health class.

Greg Keele taking over as editor of the newpaper. After I saw his sad excuse for an article, I wanted to stab out my eyes.

And...there was this one guy who just...he got on my nerves. And I was not alone in this sentiment. He...he acted all smart and everything, but he was totally full of bull****. Like during reading discussions, he'd pull some stuff from Sparknotes out of his ass and pretend like it was his original idea. Some friends of mine go to Sparknotes sometimes and said he was quoting directly from the site . And I got that feeling too 'cause, yeah...it all sounded bull****ty to me as well.

Also, he took Art Fundamentals this year as a SENIOR and now he's all "OMFG EYE YAM TEH BESTEST DRARWER EVAR!!!111" when he doesn't even hold a candle to what I've been doing. In advanced drawing.

...

That bastard cannot compete with my Sandman pastels. >=O

[DeLon]

c_jks,
I understand where your coming from and agree 100%
You see, I know it pisses peopel like Andre, Damon, and Cornell off because, until Andre was 11, Damon was 14, and Cornell was 16, they actually lived the "ghetto" lifestyle, they were broke, and lived in a "ghetto neighborhood" I'm thankful that I didn't have to go through that, even though, my family didn't have much in the beggining (we're fareing now, we just got out our apartment), so their first instinct is to solve their problems like that, and they talk like that, and have that attitude, and well, they are happy they're out, but you can still see how they grew within them. And I know it REALLY pisses them off when they see "fake thugs" you know, people who SAY they went through it, and really didn't go through ****. So it pisses me off just as much as it does you.

[DeLon]

c_jks,
I understand where your coming from and agree 100%
You see, I know it pisses peopel like Andre, Damon, and Cornell off because, until Andre was 11, Damon was 14, and Cornell was 16, they actually lived the "ghetto" lifestyle, they were broke, and lived in a "ghetto neighborhood" I'm thankful that I didn't have to go through that, even though, my family didn't have much in the beggining (we're fareing now, we just got out our apartment), so their first instinct is to solve their problems like that, and they talk like that, and have that attitude, and well, they are happy they're out, but you can still see how they grew within them. And I know it REALLY pisses them off when they see "fake thugs" you know, people who SAY they went through it, and really didn't go through ****. So it pisses me off just as much as it does you.

[Ditto]

I might have enjoyed my high school years more if the school had done more to enforce discipline and get rid of the really loathsome students.

I went to a High School on the po' side of town (and we weren't a rich town), and... God. There were weapons, students were on drugs, they had no morals at ALL. Some of those students were just plain SCARY.

I've said this here before, but I was spat on, pushed down stairs, and called gay because I didn't fit in. And I was shy and introverted to begin with. That was four years of pure isolation for me.

When I got out, and got to college, and saw the rest of the world, I was so relieved. I had only heard that the real world was better... I never actually believed it.

I did fine in my 'boring' classes, and tended to like my teachers. I liked my administrators, because they were typically the only ones on my side. I followed the rules and tried to maintain my morals, not swearing, not doing drugs, not smoking or doing anything to disappoint my family (another powerful ally I had). I listened in class, did my homework as best I could, kept my mouth shut, and worked very hard so I could get good grades to earn scholarships so I could escape the rathole world I'd been born into.

[ June 22, 2004, 01:27 PM: Message edited by: Ditto, Sadly, Not a Boss In SSB:M ]

[Eagle Eye]

It's good that you got out of what you hated and did some thing with yourself.

[Ditto]

Thank you, and it sure is.

[Princess Zelda of Hyrule]

I hear ya, Ditto. Not that I've ever been in conditions as bad as yours seem to have been. But in elementary school, I was a "freak." I had very little friends, if any. I was a teacher's pet, through and through -- they treated me like some sort of prodigy, especially in writing, music, and art. I acted very shy, as I always do, but inside I was extremely arrogant (At least, that's what this society calls it..."Arrogance." I call it security, confidence, willingness to count one's blessings). As ashamed of it as I am now, I realize that my "dark side" might have been what got me through some of the roughest years in my childhood. I regarded myself as something better than what all my classmates' little clicks and clubs could hold, so I didn't care about them. I just did my thing, got decent grades, got my awards at the sixth grade graduation, and moved to a different school.
In middle school, I was humbled, because I went to a private prep school where everyone was "smarter" than me. They were getting all A-pluses, while I was stuck in the land of A minuses and Bs. I was no longer the best singer -- the only people who ever got recognized for their vocal talent were the people who were in the school choir (which I wasn't), more specifically sopranos who could sing with vibrato (which I was too young to have)...although I did have one opportunity, when my community choir toured a few schools including mine, to demonstrate the straight-tone youthful voice that gets overlooked in a school culture where the only good singers are the ones who sound older than they are.
And for the first time, I wasn't the one who was getting all the recognition for writing. I got As on every creative writing assignment, but I wasn't known as "the writer", because I didn't have a showoffy vocabulary as some of my classmates did.
In middle school, and even in high school, you have to write, sing, draw, and do everything "big" in order to be considered talented. I was always too subtle. Except in art and piano lab -- THOSE classes were MINE. I would always stray from the assignment to create my own original masterpiece, and everyone would love it, even if the teacher didn't. But, other than that, I was invisible. Hormones were kicking in, and I saw the need to be accepted. My worst nightmare was being labeled as a "geek" and having no chance at getting a "cool" boyfriend whatsoever. I thought I could stand out to a guy by blending in. I thought I could be special to someone by being ordinary, by looking and acting and being like every other girl in the flock. Which is about the stupidest logic I've ever heard. None of the guys I liked were really worth it, anyway. I wonder if I even liked them. I probably just wanted to feel mature, so I dramatized this whole "first love" thing.
What I regret most is how I hurt others in my feverish race to "popularity". I came into the school dressing in the same weird but comfortable dresses that I'd left my old school in, with the same butt-long hair and proudly untreated case of acne. And I made a close friend on orientation night, somebody who shared the same interests as me. What's more, he, like me, was a misfit. Unpopular. He'd lived in all sorts of countries before, and I guess he couldn't quite decide where he belonged. We were both oddballs, so we were instantly attracted as friends.
We stayed together for the first part of the year. Had we kept it up, I might have actually started a real relationship, a lot more mature and intimate than what other people my age had ever seen. But I got weak and fell into the stupid middle school popularity pit. It started when my friends gave me looks whenever I saved a spot for him at the lunch table. They made it sound like he was something I should be ashamed of. I will never forgive myself for being impressionable enough to actually listen to them. I started ignoring him. And he caught on to it quickly. From then on, things got uncomfortable between us. And, airhead that I was, I was surprised, and even felt antagonized, when he turned bitter and ignored me.
What really kills me is that I never got a chance to apologize. I didn't know, until it was too late, that he was going to move out of state at the end of the school year. Thankfully, I changed A LOT between seventh grade and eighth grade. Because I'd established a strong niche of friends, popularity wasn't nearly as important to me. So I had a lot of time to make up for what I'd sacrificed in the previous year for the sake of superficiality. I started getting awards again. And I reclaimed that part of my identity that had been dead the year before: The teacher's pet. Except for my English, art, and music instructors, I don't feel that any of my seventh grade teachers particularly liked me. I imagine they thought I was eccentric and annoying.
Once, at a friend's sleepover, I discovered that one of my friends still had contact through AIM with the guy I'd abandoned the year before. I was desperate, and terrified, to talk to him. So I asked my friend to tell him I said hi. She did, and for awhile it actually looked like he was excited to hear from us again. But...this is a grude I'll hold forever...she didn't give us another word, and went right back to hounding him about why he thought SHE had any part in mistreating him. She insisted that she'd felt sorry for him, and that he was unfair to put any of the blame on her. (In fact, I remember her being a sort of leader in his exclusion and ridicule. She was one of the strongest voices, if not THE strongest voice, that convinced me to let him go. But I can't blame her, because she, like the rest of us, had fallen into the pit of preying, molten saliva that is middle school.)
In high school, most of my seventh grade stupidity was gone. I had unusual obsessions that kept me a safe distance from the popularityfest that was still going on among my age group at that time, and still is today. Now when people give me looks or gossip about me in the bathroom, I take it as a compliment...Because I'm OUT of that craphole, and they're NOT!

[ June 22, 2004, 05:30 PM: Message edited by: Princess Zelda of Hyrule: God Bless ]

[Ditto McCloaker]

You sound like you may have a latent aggressive/competitive streak in ya there, PZoH. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

But I know what you mean about it, however. Deep down, I built up my own little arrogance and competitive streak to keep my sanity against those people. Like "I'm better than this lot of creeps, and one day, I'm going to show the world. Maybe."

At least you dated. I was too horrified at the students at my schools to. The ones that weren't already pregnant seemed a bit snobby.

[ZeldaGirl]

Sheesh, PZoH, you really had a hard time didn't you?

Well, I feel for ya!

[KirbyKing]

Hail to the geeks!

I can't really complain about my school too much. Then again, I live in near complete isolation from my peers... Actually, I'd be surprised if there's anything about me people can talk about...