Missing out school.

Not being in school for over 2 weeks has it's bright side. Waking up past 10 AM, eating junk food all day, watching stupid TV shows, riding snowboard, strolling around the town and flirting with girls. But remember kids ! Everything bright has the dark side too. For the first week, I thought I'll just die. Body temperature just below 40°C, all the pills screwing up my stomach. I missed my math test on friday, as well as the test from german language. german with lowercase "g". I pay no respect to that fucking language. I hate it, I let others know and in the half-term, I'm failing. I'm quite happy with that, the little rebel inside me is winning against that stupid teacher. No. Not teacher. She isn't really teacher, she has no degree, she's just the wife of our PE teacher. And that's the reason we have no other language. Because no-one is interested to be teaching bunch of brats with no respect...and underpaid. Some teachers can handle us. And some just take the book, read the content and tell us to finish the exercise 7 on page 51. Well. I can read books. I don't need a "teacher" for that. I need someone who would explain stuff to me and not say "it's in the book, you figure out". So I really do understand why I'm failing. And the clock ticks. 38 hours to go. Monday again. After two weeks. Waking up at 6:30 AM. Riding metro with people who don't wash themselves for like a week. Screw everyone, if I fail at the end of the year, I'll do something really nasty to the "teacher".

(oops, this blogpost turned into essay on "how I hate german language and my teacher"...no problem there, I do :)