The coward didn't show up at school. I was totally prepared to give him a piece of my mind, but it's probably better this way. I've had time to calm down and realize that I don't care about him. Even if a part of me denies it, I know I can't be with such a spineless glob of jelly as that. But, I did treat myself to the traditional treats entitled to someone who was broken up with via a text message: break-up pie. A heavenly rhubarb meringue pie. A big ol' slice o' pie. It was sooooooo good.
One thing that wasn't good was the fact that we had to study that stupid song "fight song" in English class because it was 'full of figurative language'. We had to listen to the whole bloody thing three bloody times. When did English class become 'stupid music class'? We're supposed to be reading classic books and discussing them. Maybe a writing assignment. I generally like English class from year to year, but these past two years have been pointless. What have I learned? (Well, I learned about Rob Lowe, but I would have seen 'The Outsiders' eventually)
Once again, English class is stupid. I wish we had an assignment where we had to write a short work of fiction. A hundred pages, at least; but that would be our only homework.
School itself is stupid. Nothing I learn I will ever use, and what I will use, they make me keep practicing it for weeks on end.
It bores me.
So, now I'm learning Italian.
Sono Affamato
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