January - Tuesday
818 Words
11/01/2020
Journal, one's youth is truly a horrible period to live through.
They have the urge to impress a bunch of juvenile idiots who couldn't care less about them.
They want to be treated like an adult (when they are nowhere near to that level), but as soon as something doesn't go their way, they want to be an innocent child that everyone takes care of.
They want to be in relationships, they want to look older, they want to do what the older kids do.
I tell you, Journal, The Youth truly are moronic.
Jeremiah would tease me and call me an old geezer for that first paragraph.
Who is Jeremiah you ask?
Jeremiah is one of my two friends.
I call him Jerry when, and only when, we're alone.
Jeremiah is a fifteen year old Black Canadian boy who has very little interests in life.
All he really cares about is making sure his father gets up in the morning to go to work, making sure he gets himself into the best universities in Canada (i.e University of Toronto or University of British Colombia), and being there for those he cares about (which aren't that many people).
Jeremiah views himself as a rather simple guy who puts others before himself.
I view him as a very responsible and salty guy who I care for deeply.
Mom views him as a rather salty boy who's social life is pretty dull (she's not wrong).
Dad views him as his own second adoptive son in a way (the first is Peter).
David doesn't like Jeremiah, because of his background.
Jeremiah's father is an alcoholic, and his mother ran away with his sister back when he was six years old.
Jeremiah doesn't mind it that much.
He's very courageous that way.
Now, onto today's actual topic: School is hell and full of moronic juveniles.
As you might have guessed, I am in secondary school (grades seven to eleven).
I attend L'Ecole Secondaire de Saint Louise (Saint Louise's Secondary School).
It's mostly a French school divided into two buildings: One building is for grade seven to nine, while the other is for grade ten and eleven.
I'm in grade ten (I skipped a grade), so that means that I am stuck in a class filled with older teens who have hormones flowing off of them in waves.
I have to endure random teenagers swapping spit in the hallways, teenagers constantly yelling random nonsense, and some obnoxious jerks who find joy in my misfortune.
One of those obnoxious jerks is Arthur West.
West is a jock on the soccer team who spends all his free time annoying me and messing with my stuff at school.
There are also the Collettes.
As you might have guessed, the Collettes are three French girls at my school who share the same name.
Collette Rivier, Collettte Simone and Collette du Motier.
Everyone dislikes them, envies them or has a crush on them.
I dislike them.
The reason being that their main objective since I met them is to make my school experience a living hell.
The reason that they are targeting me specifically?
Dearest Journal, I have no idea.
And the other children in my school?
Well, they are just the stereotypical teenage idiots you find in most schools (except a very small percentage).
So, after those lengthy paragraphs, you are probably wondering how was my first day back at school since the winter holidays.
It was horrendous, to be honest.
All the kids were yelling at each other, talking about all the big winter parties they attended, and lamenting on how much they missed each other.
Did they not see each other during the holidays?
And of course the Collettes couldn't help but lock me in the bathroom stall, hence why I was late for my register class (homeroom).
And as punishment for my tardiness, Mr.Thomas (my register teacher), decided that I should handle the register for this week and the next.
I am beginning to hate that man.
During our first class of the day (English), West felt it necessary to yell "NEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRDDDDDDD!!!!" in my ear every time Mrs.Robert left the room.
I was very close to punching him in the throat.
The rest of the day did not go much better.
The Collettes thought it would be very amusing to knock my books out of my hands every time they saw me.
And some random i***t put wood glue on my seat during Biology, so the janitor had to, quite literally, saw me out of my seat.
And I had to spend the rest of the school day wearing a too short skirt that I received from the lost-and-found.
I suppose Jeremiah made the day a little bit better by putting a whoopee cushion on Collette Rivier's chair during lunch.
Of course, I scolded him for it, but Jeremiah simply replied with, "At least it's less violent than what you wanted to do, Mishka."
(btw, Mishka is Jeremiah's nickname for me).
To sum it all up: My first day back was very unpleasant.
And I have so much homework to do.
Hence why I am writing this before dinnertime.
I am writing this during my homework break, you must feel honored.
-L.V
- Writer
