I will get through it, I’m not going to drop out or anything, but I don’t get school. And I don’t like some of my teachers.
They very clearly blame me for getting bullied. They’re like “if this kid wasn’t here, my class would be more orderly.” And a couple don’t really trust me. The one thing about Jin that’s beneficial is that he doesn’t care about my grades, because they’re pretty mediocre.
Honestly, though, I do well in every test, I mean. Either I’m so ignorant I think I know stuff when I don’t, or some of these teachers are actively trying to fail me. I get that feeling sometimes.
They’re annoyed when I raise my hand with a question. They give me way more crap about being distracted than they give others.
Like, what’s the point of them? Why are they teaching? Why am I the burden when I’m the one generally behaving and being respectful and polite?
I get that they don’t like that I have to leave class suddenly sometimes, for that bathroom secret thing I wrote about earlier. But I mean.
Like today. I go to sit down and my chair just breaks and I fall, and it hurts like, damn. It hurt. And the bullies laughed, everyone laughed, to be honest. I’m hurt, embarrassed, and the teacher got mad at me.
And I showed her the chair! I showed her that it had been sawed at the legs, but she didn’t care. I was the one who she got mad at.
The hell, man?
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