Ranting
and Raving
Column by Shelby Hays
Why do you come to school? You know who you are; you're the ignorant
ones who sleep through every subject, every day. You're the people
who talk back to teachers, curse them, call them names, push over
desks and slam doors like you think it will help your cause. You are
the people who can't stand to hear the word "No," dispute
every test you fail, and blame your poor grades on your teacher when,
really, if you remember, you were the ones asleep in class.
Why do you even bother? If you don't want to be here, why do you
come? Do you like getting in trouble? Do you know you look ridiculous?
No? Well, allow me to enlighten you.
You look like idiots. And you are wasting your time. You are wasting
my time. You are wasting your teachers' time. You know what I'd
rather be doing with that time? Learning. And your teachers, they'd
rather be teaching. And as to what you'd like to do with it, I don't
know, but I'm sure you could wait until after school.
Say you screw around in school all day; you neglect your classwork,
your homework, any kind of work, and you fail classes. So you repeat
a grade. And then you repeat it again. Your teachers force-pass
you into the next grade up, but by then, you're eighteen and you
figure you don't really need to go to school anymore, since you're
eighteen and therefore ready to go into the world. Only you can't
get a job. You don't even have a high school diploma, so you're
stuck at the drive-thru asking me if I "want fries with that."
Does that sound good to you?
I know you all have high hopes. You probably watch MTV Cribs and
dream of owning a crazy mansion and a couple of Bentleys. I do,
too. The difference between you and me is that, at this point, I
have more of a chance. But it is not too late for you. Stop messing
around. Stop talking back, cursing, pushing and slamming. Start
working. High school is not that hard. And when it's over, think
about what you can do. You have so many options, it would be insane
to give them up. The world is out there, but you can't go there
until you're done here. Baby steps, people.
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