Monday, September 2, 2019
God I Hate... :: essays research papers
God I Hateâ⬠¦ God, I hate getting up this early. But I only got three months left; then Iââ¬â¢ll never have to get up early again. Three more months and this time I graduate. Dads doing pretty good on the railroad job now. Hasnââ¬â¢t been laid off for a couple of years now. David is doing good in the Navy, and my future at Taco Bell is almost a guarantee. Donââ¬â¢t know why this diploma shit is so important to everyone, Iââ¬â¢m making 165.00 a week now and Iââ¬â¢m only 18! Thatââ¬â¢s better than some factories and I donââ¬â¢t work as hard as they do. If I wasnââ¬â¢t going to this dumbass high school everyday; Iââ¬â¢ll bet I could make 200 or even 225 dollars a week. Theyââ¬â¢d let me work. Iââ¬â¢m the best employee they got. Someday Iââ¬â¢ll own Taco Bell. ââ¬Å"Okay! Okay! Iââ¬â¢m up damn it!â⬠I yell at Mom as I stare at the clock. Jesus! She didnââ¬â¢t graduate, and she did okay. If she only knew how badly I hated that place! Nothing was the same as it was when I was a kid. Teachers taught for the money. They donââ¬â¢t give a damn about us at all. Suddenly all the guys Iââ¬â¢d grown up with were ââ¬Å"blackâ⬠. That means they canââ¬â¢t be seen hanging with me because Iââ¬â¢m now ââ¬Å"white breadâ⬠. Donââ¬â¢t remember it bothering them when Iââ¬â¢d spend the night at their house or theyââ¬â¢d stay over at mine. Now Iââ¬â¢m part of the race that owned and sold them. Go figure. I never owned a slave. Near as I could tell, no one in my families past had ever owned one either. Oh well, timed to get ready. School starts in 30 minutes. Mom is already to take me. I think she gets off pissing me off. Was I supposed to do some homework for today? Oh well, tough shit. Theyââ¬â¢ll get it when I give it to them. Now where are my jeans? God its cold! I hate mornings. I hate school. I hate the teachers. I hate most of the students. Why did I ever go back? Mom is taking me to school in her bathrobe again! Now ainââ¬â¢t that a cool look! Dingy pink nylon. Oh God! She even has the fuzzy pink slipper on! Oh this is a lovely sight. Pulling up to Marion High in a 1972 Ford station wagon driven by a crazy woman dressed in a nightgown and slippers! And pink, raggedy ones at that! Dad could get a better car now; but will he?
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