Teacher

I will say that in high school people don’t really care as much as I thought they would. You can tell that some people just want to go home instead of being here and honestly I get it. There’s this kid in my geography class that you can tell just doesn’t want to be here at all. I don’t know his name. All I really know is that we’ve been picked to be partners for projects and stuff. Maybe the teacher knows that I don’t really care and wants me to actually make friends. If he doesn’t care why should I? I don’t think she’s smart. You would think that you would have to be smart in order to get a job as a teacher but no. I should take this as a sign that I should just fucking drop out and start teaching Satanism to orphaned kids on the side of the road. How much do teachers make, anyway? 100k a year? Goddamn. No wonder massive jerkoffs become teachers, this has to be easy! I understand completely now. Dammit. I look like a hypocrite talking about this teacher now. I’m not smart either. Might as well shut the hell up and just admit that I now have a little bit of respect for teachers now, huh? Who am I, a character from a G.I. Joe PSA? I gotta start harassing kids about to get attacked by a dog about helping computers or some shit. Anyway there’s nothing else I really feel like talking about other than the woods around my house. My parents thought it would be so fucking fun if we had a house in the middle of the forest that takes two minutes to get to because our driveway is so hidden. Makes it annoying as fuck to try and get to school. But something’s different about the woods recently. Maybe it’s the wolves? I don’t have a clue. It feels like someone's watching me as I type this all out. Maybe it’s cause my desk is opposite to a big ass window. Actually that’s probably it. We solved that mystery in record time. Well, not WE, ME because I’m the only smart motherfucker for miles. Goddammit I hate living in a backwoods shithole town.