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|Author: I Am His Name||Updated: Sep 27 2000||Views/Reads: 2248/5||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|One kid realizes that his generation is being run by a pop culture lifestyle. This is his journal. (Updated Almost Daily) Comments Welcome!|
Friday, September 1, 2000 “On a long enough time-line, everyone’s survival rate drops to zero.” Narrator, Fight Club School Orientation I woke up at 7:45. God did I hate it. I was so comfortable. I just wanted to go back to bed, but I had obligations. So anyway, I got up, brushed my teeth, went into the car, and I was on my way to my High School. I got there and I could already see the bullies from Junior High meeting the bullies from the other Junior High school. I saw the girls that look great from any corner of the earth. Whether up close or far away, you couldn’t help but want to just make out with them, or have sex with them, but wouldn’t after you’ve met them, just because they were the most boring, or the most shallow, or the most cruel bitches on the earth. I saw the guys that were so perfect; any girl would just want to be in a room alone with them, just for one minute... Or more. So perfect. So ‘cool’. I don’t want to be one of them. Oh god. I don’t want what they have. I don’t want clear skin or perfect teeth. I have to keep away from them. They aren’t good. Those guys that had everything... clear skin, perfect teeth, money to spend on anything that was ‘in’ such as Abercrombie & Fitch, Tommy Hilfigure, CK, AX, and DKNY. I'm surprised they didn't come home to find out they've been evicted from their house. I got out of the car and my heart dropped as I had flashbacks of my Junior High School. I remembered the day I came in, the day I left, and everything in-between. I remembered my crushes, and my disappointment as I found out that all the girls that I liked used their beauty as a weapon, attacking every person that wasn’t as well endowed or as cute. As I got out of the car I saw some of the kids from my old school. I even saw some of my friends. My friend Josh was the first one I saw. I asked where I was supposed to go. He said that he didn’t know because he just got here. So I asked an adult, they said on that line. So I waited. And waited. What was I waiting for? I didn’t know. But I later found out I was on line for the Student Organization and I had to pay 5 bucks. So I did. Then I found the right line to get my Student I.D. I got my Student I.D. picture taken. I saw other people, some good friends and some bad enemies. They were all hanging out in one group or another. I didn’t want to talk to them or by seen by them in order to keep a low profile. I’m like that; I try not to be noticed. We were instructed to go into the auditorium and watch some teachers and people of different authority in the school talk about how much fun the school was going to be. What a load of crap. We all went into a certain room, as instructed by the teachers. When we went to those rooms, we had a little Q&A with the teacher. And then we proceeded to have tour. As we were walking, I could already point out who were going to be troublemakers. It was like school already, kids roaming the halls, not getting caught. I never understood how teachers and deans could be so dumb. Kids were roaming the halls, while deans were saying that they were going to tighten up security... and still the kids walked around. I walk around and think to myself, ‘Hey, they’ve got good security... they have good rules, maybe this year will be different.’ Although I’m probably wrong. After the tour was finished, they stuck us all in the cafeteria where they gave out free ice cream and soda. That was nice of them. I sit and see more kids of some groups making fun of others already. Just like school never ended. As this ‘wonderful’ day came to an end, I waited for the final bell and wondered what the point of going to this thing was. Was it to show me what is to be expected? Or to ask me why am I about to do this? Maybe both. But probably neither. The bell rang and I went on the bus to go home and get away from my new future. Tweet
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