I run the school newspaper. We don't have a TV station, in fact, I don't think any schools here do. I actually founded the school newspaper, how sad is that? I know, it's bad, I know. I editted it, wrote most of it, printed it, folded it, stapled it, because the school wouldn't pay for proper bloody machine that would do all that, and then I distributed it. All in a day's work. And what did I get, for doing that for four years? Grief. Taunts. And every useless nobody seemed to have the right to sneer at me, slag me off, and find every little mistake I might ever have made and being it up, and use it as an excuse to annoy me. Even my sports teacher, who I spoke to D2 about before, used that fact that I ran the school newspaper as an excuse for NEVER, and I mean Never, including me in a team. i haven't played a sports match for the school in 2 years, even though when that teacher joined he promised us all we'd get a chance. He's a fat jerk.
Socials and Formals? Ha - I wish.
RANT FINISHED. MOVE ALONG, PEOPLE.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller
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