Yes folks, as many journals here have already prophesied, people are going back to school. Summer was still too short, even though it's likely the longest I'm ever to see until I retire. Nevertheless, I wasted time and watched TV, like most people do, and I still enjoyed it. But I still have to engage in needless education.
The strange and mildly interesting thing about it is, I'm going to a nice new school, Porter Ridge High School; and you know what--I built the damn thing. No, not quite, but for service hours, I helped out at the school and sent crap around there: boxes, TVs, PCs, Monitors, compacted boxes, paint cans, desks, chairs, books, thermometers, etc. I wasted 16 hours of my life there last week, a week away from opening day, which, on this post's publishing date is two days away. It is Tuesday, and at the rate at which this school is going, I find it tough to believe that it will be ready, if even minimally, to receive students in two days. Orientation for Sophomores is tomorrow at 6, so that will be one less day of freedom.
Another annoying part about all this is that I busted my ass, got up early (I consider 09:15 early), sweat for hours, cut my fingers on sharp objects, lifted heavy objects, starved myself and basically built this school. To what end? A few thank-you's and 16 net hours towards 25 for the end of the year in service, and NO PAYMENT! I got a free burger on one day, but it sucked anyway (I wretched for a few minutes). What the hell is that?! God Damn, School Sucks.
Summer's over......school's starting. And I don't have a car or anything useful. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that my dad's car crapped out from limited maintenance, so he took my mom's car to work--we have no ride. I suppose he could have taken the '89 Volvo, but we're afraid that it will take its death throes after driving 100 feet. That damned car has been rotting away since early December in the same spot, and remains to this day. Either the tires have deflated, or the piles of leaves building up and around the car gives the illusion of dead tires. The car is older than me--why the hell did my Dad buy that thing?! I'm gonna take a few pictures of that POS. It's pathetic.
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