One day I will be great. One day I will be the best in the world. That or it will kill me.
It’s going to be something utterly stupid that finally makes me lose my mind and do something utterly stupid that will cost me this job. I look forward to that moment of freedom. But I’ll squander the opportunity by just trying to find a new job instead of running away and feeling alive. Oh well. At least I’ll always be able to bitch on an online blog like I’m 12.
Once upon a time, you screamed and cried because you were born. Then some doctor probably hit you. I’d mention more about your early life, but really there’s no point you don’t really remember it really either. That or the memories have been mixing together and the truth is long forgotten. But hey, at least you remember that one fun time in that place with those kids you probably don’t remember anymore.
Oh, and then you started school. Man you look back on elementary school and go, “That was awesome”. But really nostalgia makes it better then it was. Really you worked for 7 hours and had a lunch and a few recesses. And later in high school you looked at that memory and went, “Yeah, we should do that again”. What you seem to forget after high school and/or college, when we get a real job, is that we can still do that now. Work environments have to give you breaks and a lunch. Nothing is stopping you from going to recess again during those times. But you don’t.
That was quite a tangent though. Really elementary school sucked so hard though. It was here where all your little quirks became public and would mostly haunt you forever from then on even if you were never that person again.Then comes the worst part, 5th grade. Why is it the worst? Let’s make a list to break up this paragraph:
You learn/become a victim of puberty the most evil thing (extra points for girls)
They start teaching math you won’t really use (Algebra)
It’s the last time you can probably chase the opposite sex without looking crazy or in a romantic comedy.
They start teaching that recess isn’t important
Last time you probably see those so called friends of yours, because you’re all splitting up to new schools.
Oh, and just because I said I would if I ever got the chance etc. etc. etc.
But hey, good job getting out of elementary school. I hear some schools give awards for that now. You’ve got friends, a personality and a good life. Good thing the next seven years are the most evil and that’s without the unexpected twists of moving and heartbreak.
