Sometimes people in my class make me want to burn things. CURSE YOU, GRADE 11.

Take Social, for example. We are supposed to be researching the Treaty of Versailles, and that is what I am doing ... possibly because I'm a keener, but that's beside the point. Anyway, two people on either side of me think it's awesome to talk about how high and how hammered they're getting this weekend. Around me. I honestly don't care whether or not coke is sick and ecstasy is too weird.

In Biology, I would love to kill the people who sit behind me, especially this one kid who apparently thinks that "fuck" is the only adjective he can use. Why he is trying to prove that his IQ is the same as his shoe size, I don't know.

And last but not least, Creative Writing. One would think that by fifteen, Grade 10s would know how to write. Apparently not. Names being capitalized and spell checking appear to be foreign concepts to them.

So hurray for Grade 11 classes, how I love the people in them.

And that, children, concludes my rant for the day.

... Or year, seeing as it's been a while since I updated.