Over Worked and Under Appreciated

So I had a bit of an issue in my last class. I do not tolerate rudeness, hence why I am overflowing with anger as I type. Let’s start from the beginning; I want you to fully understand why I’m so mad.

My etymology teacher wanted everyone in the class to have a blog to post about the books that they are reading. Simple assignment, too bad the teacher had no idea how to set up the blog accounts or even use the blog site. Wonderful. I obviously blog on this site so, I knew how to use it.  I already had an account so all I had to do was add another blog to my account and then just sit there. The girl next to me was having issues so I helped her and them my teacher volunteered me to help everyone in the class set up theirs. No nap for me apparently.

Yesterday my teacher decided she wanted to make another blog where all of the students could go and post things together. Also, she wanted everyone’s information listed to the side. She didn’t have time or know-how to do this for herself so she put me on the spot. She asked if I would create this for her and I felt as though I could not say no. So last night I spent a little over TWO HOURS trying to create this damn blog. I had to look up everyone’s name in the class, the name of their blogs, and their URLs. Then, I had to alphabetize these and create a gadget. Then, I had to add everything (3 things per student out of 28 students) to this stupid list so it would show up in the margins. Looking up everyone’s information consisted of me finding 28 different blogs and citing them. Creating the blog under someone else’s name, the list, and setting up the layout took forever. All of this hard work can with no benefit. I did not receive extra credit, I did not receive any points, but I earned a “thanks” for the clueless teacher.

I don’t think they really realized how much work I put into it…. For nothing. I was trying to help out the teacher and the student. If I didn’t do this, every student in the class would have another assignment to do. Instead, I took their assignment and did it for them for nothing.

When I walked into class today the teacher had me show the class how to access and use the site. One pretend hick called me a try-hard (hypocrite), and one too-cool-for-anyone-else-jock called me a teacher’s pet. This annoyed me but I continued on with my presentation. Annoyed. This little cheerleader sitting in the front row said snidely “You spelled my name wrong, but okay”, accompanied by a dramatic eye-roll. I stopped. I stood over her and replied:

“I don’t care what your name is, or how you spell it. Since I spent two hours doing this last night with no benefit to myself, I would love to go back and change it for you. I’ll change it to bitch, I’ll spell that one right every time.”

Her jaw dropped….. Bitch. I suggest getting a normal name before bitching about the spelling.

I was so angry. That is so disrespectful; I almost couldn’t believe she said it. Screw that.

NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.
Over worked and underappreciated.

Why I Refuse To Live In The Suburbs. #1

I hate the suburbs. Truly. Subdivisions seem to be more dreadful every single day. As I sit at my desk with my blog open, I try to think of something to write about…. My thinking, however, is impossible due to the obnoxious screeching of the little kids next door. Therefore, my writing is but a bitter rant toward the multitude of reasons why I simply loathe the suburbs. Loathe. WITH A FIREY PASSION. I feel like subdivisions are collections of confused baboons trying to govern themselves, with their thumbs simultaneously taking residence in their rectums.

WHY? Why are your children so annoying? I love children, I teach Sunday school, but your children are horrible. The little girl next door walks around, dramatically swinging her hips, and jerking her head, saying “O M G LIKE SEERRRRIOUSSSLY MOVE OUT OF MY WAY.” Then, she runs over to the other little scum sucker, Maggie, and they both just start screeching for the hell of it. Shut up!! Then their brothers come over and steal my lacrosse goal from my backyard to use for batting practice. Thanks guys, it’s not like that was expensive or anything like that, please take way you want. Should I let you use my sticks as bats too? MATTER OF FACT, why don’t you guys just hit the goal with my sticks, that way we can make sure you really fuck it up. I love the fact that they have put three holes in my net.

The glorious part about that is, while they steal my stuff from my yard, their mom flips her cookies if I step foot in their yard. The bitch should pee down her yard line, just to mark her territory. The moms are a different story in themselves. They always gloat about how perfect their kids are. Obviously they aren’t that smart! They play in the street all day! Back in my day, if I were to play in the street, I would either die from oncoming traffic, or by my mother’s hand.

Sorry, your kid is not perfect, they are actually really annoying. I want a place in the country, where the only kids I’ll have to put up with are my own.