Rant, rant, rant.

[raven]

You 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."

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.

Comments

[cucharita.livejournal.com]

OMG, for one thing, she obviously got a good enough grade at GCSE for Merchants to let her do it for A level. (classics this is) I know that at least the modules we are doing are pretty much repeating what I did at GCSE so I find that I do actually know alot of what we are being taught, & even if I don't know exactly I can usually come up with a fairly good guess due to having done it for GCSE.
It's not hard. It is interesting (to me & you obviously) & I agree that it does annoy me that there are people like that. Rargh.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*sighs* Rargh, indeed. Just the right word to use. I hate, hate people like that. I was, however, slowly forgetting how much you like Classics. Wish you were here. And you must come to Prizegiving, because you'll be next to me in the alphabetical order!

[cucharita.livejournal.com]

Ooh will I? That is good. Apparently there is a lunchtype thing for leavers afterwards. do you get to go to that because it said on the letter it would be an oppurtunity to see old friends (&teachers) but I don't know whether to stay for that or not.