Such a Bad Kid…
I should have blogged earlier. Yet another week-long absence by Brett…so shameful. Um…yeah, anyway, school starts Wednesday, as is noted by the countdown clock at left which I am thinking of deleting. I don’ wonna go back t’ skool! I be 2 stoopede 2 lurn antythin. And I don’t want to work like a good kid. A week ago it seemed like summer would never end and now I need another week to be ready to go back. To make things worse, I’m not really “going back” at all, since I’ll be at a new school this year - high school. The horror of all horrors strikes all unknowing children at some point in their lives, and my time has come. Great.
Supposedly everyone at the high school is nice. Supposedly they all want to help you. That’s just a load of crap the teachers and counselors and peer mediators cram into you during the final weeks of 8th grade to give you a false sense of security. Then you get seven hours of homework and a beating by some evil senior on the first day and your opinion changes. My thinking is that if I expect things like that to happen, and they don’t, then I’ll be happier overall because it will turn out better than expected. If I get my hopes up, then they’re dashed to pieces after only a single period. A bleak outlook might be good in this situation.
I can imagine a senior reading this and shaking his head, chuckling at the fearful freshman as he worries over nothing. I am quite sure my worries are unfounded, but you never know. Some of the jerk children (the jocks, populars, and idiots) can be quite vicious when they want to be. Others just tease you or slap you around for the fun of it. But it’s not them I worry about, it’s the DAMS jerk children. (DAMS is Desert Arroyo Middle School, whose kids also go to Cactus Shadows after 8th grade.) DAMS is notorious (at least at Sonoran Trails, my middle school) for being a haven for drug addicts and kleptomaniac children. This may or may not be true, but the abundance of mullets, mohawks, and gothic clothing seen at DAMS cannot be ignored.
Most likely, I’ll revert to my usual strategy (the do-whatever-you-want-’cause-you-won’t-get-a-reaction-from-me attitude) and be left alone. The jerk children will soon realize that it takes a lot to get on my nerves.
Now I wonder, though, if the jerk children themselves are feeling insecure because they now have to compete with the DAMS students for attention. It will certainly be much harder for them to get any laughs from anyone but their close friends, but they never did much better than that anyway. They will probably be more nervous/anxious than I am since they stand to lose their popularity while I don’t have to do anything to retain my niche in the social hierarchy. People just think of me as that nice smart kid they can go to for help and answers. At least they know who I am, which can be both good and bad. I should open up a 1-900 number or a pay-par-visit website for homework help. I could charge $950 an hour and grin maliciously as the jerk children wallow in beds of worksheets and textbook photocopies.
Yes, that would be the life. But that will come sooner than they or I think, because the minute we reach college and then the workplace, I’m going to be the one on top and they’ll all be slaving under a hot coffee maker in the ghetto branch of Circle K. Up with the geeks, down with the jocks!
And now I’ve come to careers and all that crud. It seems like someone asks me every day what I want to be when I “grow up.” That or what college I want to go to. The problem is, there are too many possibilities I could choose and I suck at making decisions. I know I want to go to a prestigious, out-of-state school like MIT or Stanford, and I know I want to get into some kind of technology or business field. That’s about it. Someday I’ll read this weblog again and laugh because I’ll be the CEO of some Fortune 500 company or something. I’ll be amazed that I thought about this stuff when I was fourteen. And I’ll wonder why I didn’t have a life.
Career Possibilities
Web Designer/Developer
Application/Operating System Programmer
IT Director
SysAdmin
etc.
I kind of think the best thing for me would be to have my own small business, something I run out of my garage or apartment. Who knows, maybe I’ll be the next Bill Gates (Microsoft) or Michael Dell (Dell) or Larry Page (Google) or Linus Torvalds (Linux). Or not.
(Wow….that was one of the saddest entries I’ve ever scrawled on a piece of torn Kleenex. Urf.)