Pff, I live in England, where it is called "Secondary school" and before that is "Primary school". I think secondary school sucks hardcore, people are quick to bite your head off, and no one can go a day without being made fun of for something. Even "perfect" people who have nothing wrong with them are chased around all day having stuff said to them like "you have nothing wrong with you, you are a freak." If you tell someone you like Pokemon, and you live in England, you are dead meat. I fucken hate England. America is so much better.
Or maybe it is the people I meet in secondary school that live in England that I hate, not the country as a whole.
I may of made an ass of myself in the above, but that will not change how much I despise and loath EVERYONE that goes to my secondary school. There is no way to escape torment, whoever you are, when you are in secondary school, friends hate each other, and enemies hate each other more. Just existing is enough to get you a good few years of torment. Why can't I just move to America? Oh, wait, I forgot that I am 14 and "cannot make decisions yet" (well, I suppose so). What I really do not get is this guy in my form (class for you Americans who are reading this) who is fat, dyslexic, bad at sports (unless it need strength), dumb at maths, dumb at science, and just plain annoying but he also makes fun of people who are overweight, he is racist, he calls anyone as dumb as him retarded, and he jumps on people, why? I do not know. The worst part is he is REALLY strong and always finds some way of exploiting anybody. I wish he would fucken die. (sorry, I like spelling fucking like that.) I cannot wait to get out of secondary school and into college, because there will be no friends to miss. There is absolutely no way to free yourself from England's teenagers, apart from time.
I hate England's teenagers, I just want to get them chained up, burn their hands and feet, whip them with the Catter 9 tails (Ninetails got its name from the Roman whip, the Catter 9 tails, which, as you guessed had nine tails, but also had shards of sharp broken glass and rocks embedded in them, so after one lash, the whip has to be teared out of the flesh, bringing skin and blood with it.), cover their arms and legs with burning oil (this is all happening while they are chained up), set their hair on fire and put it out after a while (as you can see, I am doing my best to inflict pain while keeping them alive, so I will probably add some tubes to them giving them food and water), then get them out of their chains one by one, and stamp the shit out of them for one hour each, chain them back up, slit them for ages with burning knives so they can get immense pain but not lose blood, keep them chained on a table, put a metal tin above each person's stomach, and slow heat them up until they get a nice, burnt out mark, pull out their hair, then **** their **** with a *** on their***** **** and ****** using **** ****** ****** **** mother ***** pain ***** so they have to **** sideways... Then to kill them I will get a sword, chop half of their scalp and skull of, and leave them there, sobbing and dieing slowly and painfully.
I really hate it when people make fun of "nerds", God, seriously, how can you make fun off someone who will be more successful than you in life?!
P.S 10 trillion points to the post above.
Wow, as somebody that graduated from high school several years ago, I can share my experiences.
I would say that the only year of high school I lied was my senior year. Even in the middle of nowhere in central West Virginia, high school is just mainly a popularity contest. You do get a good eduacation if you are in the right school with some good teachers and in a school that isn't too big (luckly, mine only had 650 students), but that is always in the back of your mind in terms of importance. Trying to be popular, looking good, hooking-up with the hottest girls in school, getting laid, and fun activities are always in the person's mind before the education.
My first 3 years were just horrible. I was one of the smart ones, and everybody knew that with all the awards I won. Yet, I was in an interesting 'class' among my peers. I wasn't hated by anyone, because I was very nice to everyone, and most people respected that; but nobody really liked me, because I wasn't very social and involved any many school activities. But for those 3 years, it just honestly felt like it was a game. You wanted the good looking women, but wouldn't get a chance to talk to them; and rumors spread faster than a wildfire and people would instantly believe them. Basically, the moment you walk in the school, you are automatically labled to a certain group of the school. It sucks, and it's very difficult to get off of it.
However, at senior year, it gets pretty good. You are the heads of the school, and you get special privileges and activities. Plus, you get more respect from the younger classes of students. Senior year was easily the best year of school, and if I wouldn't mind going back if I was able to repeat my senior year over again. Otherwise, I hated it.