Continuation from this post – Part 1
Teachers are jerks.
They don’t care about you. Not really. They care more about the paycheck they get. They care more about the bills they have to pay. You? You are the last thing on their minds.
They are like us. We don’t really care about our company. We only care that they pay us.
I think I was a hippy in my past life — reincarnated into a grumpy young man.
I questioned everything. I told my high school teachers, “My mom works her butt off to pay you guys to teach me. Not the other way around.”
Why would they scold me for talking? Why would they make me clean the classroom? Don’t they have janitors for that?
So what if I’m late? “You work for my parents, biatch. Not the other way around.”
I told them calculus and advanced physics were useless when we grow up — except if I ended up like them (teachers), who need to learn those to keep the students preoccupied.
Students scratching their heads, brains hurting — I think teachers find some evil pleasures in that.
“Muahahaha! Finally! Revenge! My professor made me suffer in college! Now it’s time to extract payback from you, you ignorant little children.”
Teachers have issues.
- School goes cheap on them,
- Big fight with spouses…
- Especially the single ones. Boy, are the single ones the worst! Not getting enough action (if you know what I mean), no release of stresses; they’d take it out on the children!
Those evil creatures we call teachers. I was right all along. They are evil.
Oh don’t get offended. I was only talking about the teachers my high school, not you. Unless you taught in my school, then I’m talking about you. You’re evil!
I thought I was a genius. I, out of hundreds of students, questioned things! I was advanced!
They called me an asshole.
They were probably right. I, myself, think I’m an asshole. Anywhoo, we’re not here to talk about me… moving on.
I graduated last in high school. Surprised?
I skipped college. Well, I pretended to go to college. But I spent every day getting wasted. Fun days.
So I ended up working for the greatest job in the world – a warehouse worker. Yay!
It was the worst back breaking shit I’ve ever been through. One time, my knees literally gave out on me. Surging pain rushed through every time I tried to move. Good times.
And my Chinese boss? Now there’s a real asshole. How many work harassment laws do you break by screaming at your employees every day? Tons, I guess. This isn’t China, you can’t shout at your employees in America, asshole.
If I was an asshole, he made me look like a saint. Now there’s a real asshole.
Ok, so I ended up with the crappiest job in the world. Not exactly anybody else’s fault, nobody told me to fuck school up. I just thought it’d be fun to.
I still think I’m right. Why force me to learn physics when I could just spend the whole day in the computer lab. I have a future with computers, I just know it.
My friend was an exceptionally great guitarist. Why force him chemistry when he could just slack all day in the music room; crafting his skills. He sucks at chemistry but he has a future with guitar; I know it.
Through lots and lots of prayers, I finally got another crappy job with slightly higher pay and no screaming Chinese.
But ever the questioning one, of course I questioned my whole adulthood. “Is this all there is to life? There’s gotta be more to life than this. I can’t just work my whole life in a dead-end job and retire with zero money in the bank, no 401ks, and with the lowest social security pension ever.”
“No! There’s gotta be more to life than this…”
So I invested part of my paycheck into blogging (yes, I’ve wasted thousands into advertising, outsourcing and those dedicated servers aren’t cheap!).
Here’s the shocker:
I was right! I did have a future with computers!
Now, life is so great.
What about you? How’s life lately? When your friends call you a stupid scumbag for questioning things — you already have a head start on them. Go and show them what you’re made of. Go and ascend! – while others stay rooted in their miserable lives.
By the way, I was wrong about my guitarist friend. He turned out to be a crack addict. Guitar life didn’t work out too well for him.