Aleksy Altercation.

Okay it’s time to whine.

Schools baffle me. The objective is to learn, right? To extend your horizons and all that jazz? Alright, that’s established. We go to school so that we may have our skulls crammed full of practical information. So, logic would lead one along the train of thought that a school newspaper, which is a facet of learning, would be held to just as a high a standard as the curriculum itself.

Mrs. F___, who seems to be the poster person of apathetic teachers, read over my article for the October edition and promptly told me that I have to ‘use smaller words’. Um. Indicative is not a big word, is it? Shouldn’t we, being niegh upon full fledged adulthood, know what the word indicative means? Or sans? Or collective? I’m not blowing my own horn here, honestly. Anyone who has ingested a book above an 8th grade reading level should have as reasonable a grasp on vocabulary as I do. So screw that. If no one reads my article because they don’t know how to use the dictionary, I get an immense ego boost. I’m a martyr, dammit!

Anyway, now that that’s out of my system.

I stayed home from classes today. I’ve been sick. After I got my head chainsawed enough times, and after I got my fix of westerns, I decided to curl up in the fetal position, lap top poised precariously on my knee. I was clicking through blogs rolls, becoming more and more annoyed by my lack of lucrative activity. I mean, jeezus, that one Russian guy wrote a whole book in his head when he was in prison and I can’t even muster the mental fortitude to scribble a poem or too? Sheesh. Self deprecation aside, I was reading a post I randomly found in an archive and that person was angry about being sick. Hey! Small world! Someone commented about how you should clean stuff once you feel well enough. My eyes wandered fearfully in the direction of the bathroom. I could actually hear the toilet growling.

Needless to say the bathroom is shiny and I have have regained my self worth.