Rant, rant, rant.
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ravenYou know what really, really pisses me off? In addition to the million or so things that everyone already knows about?
It's hard to explain. Oh, yes, in order to probe the depths of my deeply pissed-off psyche it is necessary to explain things. Let us begin by the fact that I was in Psychology today, and Rebecca Johnson asked me my A-level choices. I told her. She told me hers - RS, Politics and History. Call me a snob if you like - I'm fairly sure I am - but I don't think she picked those choices because of any aptitude for the study of the humanities. I think she picked them because they were easy. I have a shred of back-up for this - I went on to ask, "Only three."
"I dropped Classics on the first day," sayeth she. "I'd never have passed it."
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cucharita, resident classicist. No offence to purplerainbow, who is just discovering the delights of said subject. But I don't think Classics is hard. I really don't think so. I think it's extremely interesting and a way to combine literature and history and language into a seamless whole. But not hard. Maths is hard. Science is hard. History is hard. Classics is not. If you have a GCSE in it, you can do Classics A-level.
I don't like Rebecca Johnson. She's a two-faced airhead. But that's not why I'm pissed off. This rant is not aimed specifically at her, but of all the people who are similar to her. I later heard her, and someone else, moaning about some essay she hadn't done and some teacher who wouldn't give her an extension and blah, blah, blah.
You fucking lazy cow. You actually think you can just not do whatever it is and expect the whole world to be in sympathy. You're sixteen years old. You're a pretty rich bitch, with parents who are actually shelling out in excess of £10,000 per year for the privilege of Merchant Taylors' Girls School, and yet you can't get it together long enough to write a stupid fucking seven-hundred-word essay. You stupid, beyond contemptible lazy cow.
And then there's me, taking four subjects and hiding out in my father's study just so I can have enough peace and quiet to write the answer to a bloody Politics question, and Clare, taking six subjects, and Hannah overjoyed to be staying at school and so many others who are so deserving.
There are ones who are not deserving. Fucking, Dior-bag-toting, ungrateful little brats complaining that oh, I didn't get the right colour car for my birthday, and oh, I have to go to lessons now and that woman's such a bitch she actually expects me to do work, imagine, and oh, my God, shut up. Shut the fuck up. You'd think by this point they'd realise that oh, hang on, there's a real world out there, and oh, by the way, we have to fucking survive in it.
Or, on the other hand, that might not be the case. For the certain people I am talking about, their parents are... comfortable, shall we say? They don't have to survive on their own.
Other people do.
It's hard to explain. Oh, yes, in order to probe the depths of my deeply pissed-off psyche it is necessary to explain things. Let us begin by the fact that I was in Psychology today, and Rebecca Johnson asked me my A-level choices. I told her. She told me hers - RS, Politics and History. Call me a snob if you like - I'm fairly sure I am - but I don't think she picked those choices because of any aptitude for the study of the humanities. I think she picked them because they were easy. I have a shred of back-up for this - I went on to ask, "Only three."
"I dropped Classics on the first day," sayeth she. "I'd never have passed it."
Look, no offence to
cucharita, resident classicist. No offence to purplerainbow, who is just discovering the delights of said subject. But I don't think Classics is hard. I really don't think so. I think it's extremely interesting and a way to combine literature and history and language into a seamless whole. But not hard. Maths is hard. Science is hard. History is hard. Classics is not. If you have a GCSE in it, you can do Classics A-level.I don't like Rebecca Johnson. She's a two-faced airhead. But that's not why I'm pissed off. This rant is not aimed specifically at her, but of all the people who are similar to her. I later heard her, and someone else, moaning about some essay she hadn't done and some teacher who wouldn't give her an extension and blah, blah, blah.
You fucking lazy cow. You actually think you can just not do whatever it is and expect the whole world to be in sympathy. You're sixteen years old. You're a pretty rich bitch, with parents who are actually shelling out in excess of £10,000 per year for the privilege of Merchant Taylors' Girls School, and yet you can't get it together long enough to write a stupid fucking seven-hundred-word essay. You stupid, beyond contemptible lazy cow.
And then there's me, taking four subjects and hiding out in my father's study just so I can have enough peace and quiet to write the answer to a bloody Politics question, and Clare, taking six subjects, and Hannah overjoyed to be staying at school and so many others who are so deserving.
There are ones who are not deserving. Fucking, Dior-bag-toting, ungrateful little brats complaining that oh, I didn't get the right colour car for my birthday, and oh, I have to go to lessons now and that woman's such a bitch she actually expects me to do work, imagine, and oh, my God, shut up. Shut the fuck up. You'd think by this point they'd realise that oh, hang on, there's a real world out there, and oh, by the way, we have to fucking survive in it.
Or, on the other hand, that might not be the case. For the certain people I am talking about, their parents are... comfortable, shall we say? They don't have to survive on their own.
Other people do.
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on 2003-10-02 01:10 pm (UTC)Other people do.
*peers* My god, you seemed to have turned into my father. He's still bitter at not passing his 11+ when both this brothers did, and goes off on one of these rants every so often, but the thing is...
I completely agree with you.
We have vacuous airheads like that everywhere, the type that think that the world revolves around them and what they do, and that their life will be taken care of for them. For the vast majority of people, that just doesn't happen. I mean, half of them are only staying in college because they don't have anything better to do, and because Daddy expects it. And it's pathetic. Simply and utterly worthless. Why the fuck are they in education, taking away the money from people who deserve it, and who want to work? I don't put myself in that catergory, I have two parents, they both work fulltime in well-paid jobs, etc, but I have friends who aren't as lucky, and can't afford to do much in life because all the opportunites are taken by airhead little parasites who don't deserve them. And don't get me started on university. I'm going to have to work my arse off for the rest of my life, and I'm not going to be able to do it in some of the better universities, because I can't afford it, but some of those who can will waste the opportunity, and it makes me so angry!
Gah. This is just going to turn into a really long rant, and I shouldn't do that. But I do know what you mean. There's a girl in my college who really doesn't care what happens, as long as she has good hair and as long as her bag is Burberry. She's not stupid, since she got into bloody Winstanley, but I do think: Why are you here? Why have you taken a place off someone who cares?
Life is a bitch.
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on 2003-10-04 02:33 am (UTC)I'm actually luckier than most, being an only child, also with parents who work full time, but I've still got to work ad infinitum, and your word parasites is just the right one.
Life is, indeed, a bitch.