My class are animals
Jun. 28th, 2004 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velvetpageMy class are animals.
Several of the boys are baboons. They smell, scratch themselves in rude places, and like to poke and punch each other.
Several more are pigs. They dress sloppily, let their lockers and desks develop toxic waste, and don't lift a single finger if they can get out of it - even when getting out of it requires more energy output than just doing it in the first place.
About half the girls have the herd mentality of wild horses. They travel in packs, leave their refuse behind them, and follow one male with slavelike devotion - usually the one with the smallest brain and the biggest dick.
The other half of the girls are wolves, believing that everyone is against them, and the best defense is a good offense. Being offensive is their strongest talent. They too travel in a pack, but it has less cohesion than the horse-pack. It falls apart whenever there is an attack, whether internal or external in origin. They have no sympathy or pity for anyone, not even their own kind, and look down on anyone who shows either.
They are negative, ungrateful, lazy and annoying. Nothing I do is good enough, and nothing an adult suggests is worth doing.
There are one or two who, if I saw them in the mall over the summer, I would say hi. The rest I would pretend not to have seen. There are exactly three who, if they saw me in the mall and started behaving towards me the way the do in class, I would give them the tongue-lashing they've deserved all year. There's even one who, if he ever makes another rude remark to me or about me, I will charge with harassment.
On the plus side, I will likely never see most of them again.
Several of the boys are baboons. They smell, scratch themselves in rude places, and like to poke and punch each other.
Several more are pigs. They dress sloppily, let their lockers and desks develop toxic waste, and don't lift a single finger if they can get out of it - even when getting out of it requires more energy output than just doing it in the first place.
About half the girls have the herd mentality of wild horses. They travel in packs, leave their refuse behind them, and follow one male with slavelike devotion - usually the one with the smallest brain and the biggest dick.
The other half of the girls are wolves, believing that everyone is against them, and the best defense is a good offense. Being offensive is their strongest talent. They too travel in a pack, but it has less cohesion than the horse-pack. It falls apart whenever there is an attack, whether internal or external in origin. They have no sympathy or pity for anyone, not even their own kind, and look down on anyone who shows either.
They are negative, ungrateful, lazy and annoying. Nothing I do is good enough, and nothing an adult suggests is worth doing.
There are one or two who, if I saw them in the mall over the summer, I would say hi. The rest I would pretend not to have seen. There are exactly three who, if they saw me in the mall and started behaving towards me the way the do in class, I would give them the tongue-lashing they've deserved all year. There's even one who, if he ever makes another rude remark to me or about me, I will charge with harassment.
On the plus side, I will likely never see most of them again.