The beginning

Tuesday 11:45 am

The anger within me rises to an exponential level as I overcome yet another seemingly trivial obstacle in my mentally challenging life. Why must I be subjected to such an unusually cruel punishment? Why must I deserve the ecstatic pleasure of constantly being labeled a stupid kid, when in reality my intellect far exceeds that of my corresponding peers. Hmm, I dunno, maybe it’s because our society picks out a set profile for each one of our outcasts, or “weird” as the dull minded may say. I guess I am a weird kid,.Throughout  my life people have easily pointed out flaws about me in each aspect of society I applied to. Oh, he is the one who asks too many questions, or wow look at that outrageous Jew fro. Although I admit at first the Jew fro comments made me frustrated and upset, I now look upon them as a comical way of identifying me around school. Ok so getting back to the task at hand, today was a rather ecstatic day for me; HSPA math test day. This is the day that we as students are subjected to prove our intelligence and acquired knowledge to the wonderful state of New Jersey. The acronym originally stands for High school proficiency assessment, but to me this translates into Hopeless Success and Predisposition Anxiety. The ironic factor of the situation is that the guidance department, who I love with a burning passion, created a whole separate assembly to address the matter. The monotonous information that they would drone on and on about simply got on my nerves. Bring a calculator she said, no shit Sherlock how else are we going to do math problems in the allotted forty minutes.  Pardon me for being explicit, but  the lack of common reasoning and knowledge  that most teachers in this school posses is insufficient for furthering our education .  An perfect example of this accusation would be teacher X. Teacher X is one of my most hated teachers.This is due to his inability to explain the topic in his classroom coherently to the students in the classroom. Instead of visually enhancing the mind of the student, teacher X gives the students numerous worksheets, without proper applied practice. This is quite funny because my grade in his class is an F, but this is due to my extensive interests outside the perimeter of my high school, such as my passion with writing. I apologize but I must abruptly end on a flat note, but will continue when an opportunity to write arises. Just like each day this falcon must proceed to walking instead of soaring.

-M