A fork of Rural Dictionary
School is a place where you find fake friends, depression, anxiety and actually good friends. Good friends are very rare. Good luck on finding good friends, also be careful with who you're friends with.
School is boring
This is a typical Monday morning, upon waking up and glancing at the glaring alarm clock, reading "6:00 a.m." to dragging your aching body into your bed at 11:00 p.m., after doing 4 hours of homework:: 6:02 a.m.=After dozing off again for two minutes, my mother comes into my room and screams at me to get up. Not wanting to argue at this time, I sluggishly arise from my warm bed, into the cold bathroom where I take a two minute shower. I get soap in my eyes and forget to shampoo my hair. Oh well, I don't have time anyway. I dress quickly and brush my teeth, not having any time to eat. 7:30 a.m.=I sit in first period class, after getting off the bus, where I spent the last 15 minutes with a pack of screaming children, and try to "rest" in my hard seat and desk. I get yelled at by my teacher, whom hasn't brushed her teeth in a month, and get 2 days of after-school detention. I wipe my sleepy eyes and try to focus on my algebra book, which has crude drawings in it. I speak to my teacher about this, whom just screams at me again for not having permission to speak. Two more nights detention. 12:30 p.m=I sit alone in the cafeteria, where all the seats are taken by the "popular" people, who are too busy texting and listening to their mp3 players to acknowledge my existence. I sit at a table in the corner, where 3-day-old fries cause a horrible smell, and cause me to lose my appetite. Oh well, I have no lunch money anyway. The janitor leans against the wall and eyes me carefully. His nose hairs are so long, I feel a strange urge to braid them. I lay my head down on the table, and a cafeteria worker yells at me to wake up. 3:00 p.m.=I arrive home from school, lugging almost all the contents of my locker in my backpack. I sit down and do and hour and a half of my homework, before going to softball practice. 8:30 p.m.=Covered in dirt from practice, I only have time to eat a Hot Pocket and continue the rest of my homework. 11:00 p.m.=With an unfinished project still due, I collapse on my bed, knowing the next day I will obtain further punishment for my unfinished assignment. I groan and crawl under the covers. Thoughts of problems at school cause me to not sleep, and before I know it the alarm clock sounds off and the cycle repeats. To be blunt = SCHOOL SUCKS!
School sucks! I can't wait for Summer Vacation! Get me out of this hellhole the government forced me to spend 13 years of my life! SOS! SOS!
A place where children are imprisoned and forced to listen to some flunkie could get a better job fill their head with lies and propaganda. Also see prison
My school has big metal gates all around it, so they might as well just admit it's prison.
A place, supposedly for students to learn, that might be fun if the teachers used more creative methods, introduced a better atmosphere into the classroom and had respect for students and their ideas. Many teachers do this but many others, unfortunately, do not, making school merely a social forum/ social hellhole. Oddly enough, gifted education teachers seem to have classes that are easier to pass because it's more enjoyable and creative.
Teacher One: You get to choose which way to do this project. Teacher Two: You're doing this project THIS way with THIS information because I said so!
A stupid, idiotic, imbecilic, flaming pit of despair where you are stuffed full of menial bullshit you will never use beyond this crapload of a building where the teachers jam unimportant facts down your throat, that they are only doing so that they can paid for a measly job where a shitbag principal and other teachers are ordered to teach you math, reading and writing, but not how to get a fucking job. These teachers jam shit down your throat and guess what? Don't understand it? TOO BAD! This is your life and you'd better get fucking started on this waste of childhood, working even harder than others because you don't understand. You don't understand how drawing an idiotic 3-D cube in art class helps you become a fucking DOCTOR!!
Man: You ever think about that worksheet that you finished in fifth grade, in you elementary school? Did you ever need that again? Woman: Fuck no.