I don't need any fucking person to be telling me that I need help... U dont think that I already know that I need fucking help. This God (sorry) damned teacher is lecturing me about life and about how Immaculate was probably not the real world and now that I am in the real world I cant handle it. Immaculate is one of the most REAL FUCKING HARSH SCHOOLS IN THIS COUNTRY.... It gets you prepared for life. This sorry excuse for a school does not. If this school was to be known for something then it would be labeled as an institute of how not to live your life.
Me, Jessica Amanda Brown, have three different types of mental doctors. I have a psychologist, a psychiatrist and a family therapist. Now to have all of those I think you need to be aware of the existence of the real world and you have no shitting idea as to how REAL my world is.
Now you see. Me flying off on a tangent like this is all because I informed my so called I.T. teacher about the problem I am having in the club that he co-administers. I start telling him not to expect anything from my group that was forced upon me by the other teacher in authority. This group wasn't assign to me because of my leadership skills or my tolerance of responsibility... no... it was assigned to me because SOMEONE (unknown) told the woman that I am good at photography. Now this club is the "Photo and Film" club... and it was either this or stay with the K4 students that scream till my ears bleed, spill fluids out of there bodies that no one can identify and then cry over absolutely nothing... did I mention that these children have special needs?... and if not all of them then the others are developing them. I now regret joining this club. I would rather stay with the 3-6 year old's. Yep ... I said 6
Right now I think I'll finish this up later because the giggling teenage boy besides me that cannot construct a proper sentence and is in the 11th grade is getting on my many nerves.
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