Zoo or mental hospital for the berzerkers?

[chaoswolf]

Well, the subject says it all. My high school is absolutely nuts. I have a Chemistry teacher with 5 split personalities. It's also rather annoying to have a class full of howler monkeys who can't keep their traps shut while the teacher is giving us the answers for tomorrow's examination on The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain. It's pretty bad when we can't find out the answers and I am ready to rip their throats out. Wish my luck, my friends.

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[johno.livejournal.com]

Think of it this way.

In a few years when you're leaving your nice cushy high paying job to attend the next conventiong, you say "Have a nice evening." to the "howler monkey" as they push the cart around the work place. The jock will be a PE teacher.

Think of it as a test. That which does not kill me, makes me stronger. Those that I can resist killing (or at least do a good job of hiding the body) will not land me in jail.

[figmo.livejournal.com]

Like John said; hang in there. You've only got a little over a year to go before you obtain The Diploma Of Freedom and go to (hopefully) the college of your choice. College classes don't have as many howler monkeys because everyone wants those answers as much as you do.

For what it's worth, I was looking on http://www.classmates.com at the list of classmates from my elementary and junior high schools (my high school was a private, college prep place). Hardly any of them went to college. I was amazed.

The thought of ending my education at high school was unthinkable to me back when I was in high school. Even though I hated school, I hated the thought of a dead-end future even more.