My best friend just dropped out of highschool today. And honestly, I can't blame him. In my school, if you do something that warrants more than a detention, you're put in PASS, meaning you're confined to one room the entire school day with nothing to do but read textbooks and do assignments. I'm sure most schools have something similar, they just don't call it the same thing... But anyway, my friend got put in PASS for two months over something he didn't do. A teacher just claimed he told him to f*ck off and some other stuff just to get my friend out of his classroom, and the principals were stupid enough to believe him. And to top it all off, my friend flunked one semester of Brit Lit because he screwed up on an essay, so he was relocated to a different class that taught Brit Lit via lessons on a computer (because that would somehow help?). After being in that class for a couple weeks, he was suddenly told that he wasn't allowed to take the class, and instead, he would have to pay a fine to get into nightschool and retake Brit Lit there. Seriously, are they retarded? Are they too damn stupid to have realized beforehand that you have to go to nightschool and aren't allowed to retake Brit Lit in the day JUST CUZ, or are they just being assholes?
All of this happened in one day, so my friend just said forget it and dropped out of HS. He already hated school somewhat, but I'm still surprised he actually did it... And even if he wanted to go back to that dump of a school run by driveling morons (who, even in their forties and despite teaching for twenty-some years, still can't understand the difference between effect and affect, as shown by several of their powerpoint presentations) and take classes in the middle of the freakin' night, he couldn't pay for it. He lives alone off a job at Walmart, and those bumbling fools really thought he would be okay with nightschool.
tl;dr: My feathers are ruffled. Very ruffled indeed.
All of this happened in one day, so my friend just said forget it and dropped out of HS. He already hated school somewhat, but I'm still surprised he actually did it... And even if he wanted to go back to that dump of a school run by driveling morons (who, even in their forties and despite teaching for twenty-some years, still can't understand the difference between effect and affect, as shown by several of their powerpoint presentations) and take classes in the middle of the freakin' night, he couldn't pay for it. He lives alone off a job at Walmart, and those bumbling fools really thought he would be okay with nightschool.
tl;dr: My feathers are ruffled. Very ruffled indeed.