Miss Morbid and the Worthless Class

Hey reader,

So today in the most worthless class ever (expository reading and writing), we discussed the "issues". Well... partly.

Okay, first you're probably wondering why a writer, like myself, would hate their expo. reading and writing class. Number one: I hate the teacher. She thinks all the students are so stupid, making us sound out "big words" like nostalgia to second grade. I mean, come on, we're juniors in high school. And, she also has this habit of lashing out at students, trying to make them feel bad about themselves. She's done that to me at least twice this year so far.

Number two: We don't even get to write. We get to "learn" how to read. Again, we did that in second grade but now the teacher's going on about "having a conversation with the author while reading". What the hell?

At least the other class with the other teacher gets to write. I know, I go in that class because I don't have anything else to do at that time and my boyfriend is in that class.

Okay, and now she's talking about "reading with the grain" and "reading against the grain". I know how to read without believing what the book or article says (I've read the Bible).

Oh, and let's not forget number three: we need to become better writers by actually reading matters that are relevant. Without relevance, we have no clue what the hell they're talking about. And not to mention the fact that we're doing all these checklists for reading. Who in the world keeps a checklist by them while they read? Apparently my expo. teacher and whoever wrote that goddamn book we're reading out of.

I guess the checklist thing counts as number four so now I'm going to go to the last one, number five: our teacher makes instructions so vague, no one knows what the hell she's talking about! We spent the first five minutes of our group work trying to decipher the hieroglyphics that is our teacher's speech.

Now that I've got that all cleared up, I just wanted to make this little note. The whole reason I wrote this post was for very little reasons, one: to introduce you to the most horrid class in my school. And two: issues are more important than baseball, football, soccer, ect...

One group decided to talk about the death penalty. It was interesting and I'm really for letting the assholes of the world die (sometimes I think for certain crimes they should bring back the electric chair). Barely anyone commented during that group's discussion but immediately after, the next group decided to talk about the debate between "which is the best sport?"

God... who cares? Apparently the youth of America do because then there was a Sahara sandstorm of opinions.

There were absolutely no opinions on the real issues but these fake issues get center stage. I'm a very political person for someone who is not allowed to vote yet and I just find it sad that the old past-time of debate is trumpled by the past-time of baseball.