good afternoon! i have another song for you :)
this is another spontaneous construction in the studio, which i wrote up one day after school. i was a little bit frustrated about how a teacher was talking to me and decided to take it out on my guitar. we'll have to write the piece of shit a good essay, won't we?
and, how are things going? well, i think i've been clear that i'd rather kind of skip over this year. you'd think a high school teacher teaching a gifted class would be intelligent enough to know not to judge somebody based on their appearance. how did he get this job, if he's that stupid? i kind of get that i'm supposed to be incentivized to get a haircut or something, but i'm really not. i'm just disappointed that i don't just have to deal with this moron on a day to day basis, but that he's ultimately going to pick my letter grade. it's not inspiring, it's depressing. of what value is a grading system when you're being graded by shallow idiots? is this going to carry on for the rest of high school, or is it just a bad teacher?
ironically, this probably wouldn't have happened had i been allowed to attend the regular courses like i wanted to because my appearance wouldn't stand out nearly as much. there would be other kids that act and dress and think like me, so i wouldn't be singled out.
whatever. if he's going to curve me down due to my haircut and send me back to normal classes, that's kind of what i want, anyways.
it's lunch time. i'm being hollered at to come down and eat.
