ski trip blues
Every year, the grade sevens and eights of our school go on a ski trip, three hours away with teachers who expect extreme perfection, annoying children obsessed with sex and dating, and a ride in a dodgy bus headed straight for the ski hill, leaving at 6AM, getting there at 9AM, and skiing until 4:30PM.
It may sound fun to some, but it's not my cup of tea. Everyone else looks forward to it as a reward for being such good little children, as I look at it as a chore. I don't want to do it, and I'm not. I'm not going. I'm happy with that, and my parents say they are, yet they want me to go to school with about three other people I don't even know, to learn nothing and watch ever so amazing movies such as Space Buddies and play board games and go on the block-everything-that-isn't-remotely-sch ool-related laptops. Doesn't that sound like fun?
My parents seem to think so. I don't understand why, though. That's what they do on snow days, which my parents don't make me go to school on. Logic? It's missing. And for three whole days? No way. I'm not going to school when I could be doing so many more productive things (I'm not even kidding this time)!
What's lame is that they know I won't have a fun time at school. They know this, it's not a surprise. I don't think the ski trip is fun, no, but everyone else does. While they are out having, in their opinion, the time of their lives, I'll be at school, boring my brains out while drawing 25 cent portraits of the three other losers whose parents made them come to school too? It's not fair, they know this.
I'm pretty upset about this. My parents say that "we'll discuss it (not going to school/going to school, both of which are completely okay with the faculty)" constantly, in a very angry/upset tone.
Well, if all else fails, I suppose I could just... not go to school those days. Just not get ready, not leave. If my parents got mad, fine, I'd rather sit in my room and play the Wii and go on my laptop and draw than go to school for three whole boring, useless, unproductive days. ...Wow I sound like a lame whiny teenager. Oh well. This is really getting on my nerves.
It may sound fun to some, but it's not my cup of tea. Everyone else looks forward to it as a reward for being such good little children, as I look at it as a chore. I don't want to do it, and I'm not. I'm not going. I'm happy with that, and my parents say they are, yet they want me to go to school with about three other people I don't even know, to learn nothing and watch ever so amazing movies such as Space Buddies and play board games and go on the block-everything-that-isn't-remotely-sch
My parents seem to think so. I don't understand why, though. That's what they do on snow days, which my parents don't make me go to school on. Logic? It's missing. And for three whole days? No way. I'm not going to school when I could be doing so many more productive things (I'm not even kidding this time)!
What's lame is that they know I won't have a fun time at school. They know this, it's not a surprise. I don't think the ski trip is fun, no, but everyone else does. While they are out having, in their opinion, the time of their lives, I'll be at school, boring my brains out while drawing 25 cent portraits of the three other losers whose parents made them come to school too? It's not fair, they know this.
I'm pretty upset about this. My parents say that "we'll discuss it (not going to school/going to school, both of which are completely okay with the faculty)" constantly, in a very angry/upset tone.
Well, if all else fails, I suppose I could just... not go to school those days. Just not get ready, not leave. If my parents got mad, fine, I'd rather sit in my room and play the Wii and go on my laptop and draw than go to school for three whole boring, useless, unproductive days. ...Wow I sound like a lame whiny teenager. Oh well. This is really getting on my nerves.
