Class Outcast Years Later

I hated when I was in school. It was a run out the clock situation, and that's what it seems to be for everyone who isn't a spoiled, fuckup loser.

The front desk cunt looked at me like I was trash, and was always dismissive and rude towards me if no one else was around. The people I was stuck around in class were horrible. A bunch of drug addicted losers, who were responsible for almost all of their problems in life. The guys were constantly in a competition to out do one another, and the women did nothing but gossip and talk behind everyone's backs.

I kept to myself. I was the butt of the jokes for doing that, then they pretended to act nicer towards me when they saw I was able to make comparable grades to what they got, without kissing ass and riding coat tails.

I hated these people for their immaturity and how they acted. How they were making it harder for me to work, when I was fighting to have a chance at live. Meanwhile, they thought I was too uptight and boring, and couldn't understand why I wasn't dragging my feet like them, or wasting $20 a day at the vending machine.

I was poor, living in the middle of nowhere, constantly uncertain of if I'd even have a place to live due to my chaotic ass home life. I couldn't afford to fail, and had actual things bothering me instead of petty drama like what they chose to be upset about.

These fucks would argue and get in each other's faces in class, then talk like it was all the other person's fault. I was an outcast among this group of fuckups. They tried to make me out to be the troubled one, when it was them doing everything.

It took everything in me to make it, but I did end up finishing school. And? I'm sure these losers never amounted to anything. The career path I went down was a dead end, and I don't think I would have learned that any other way than from most of the time I had spent in it. But now I'm away from that and am in a different line of work that doesn't require school and am doing infinitely better.

I guess to anyone who might relate, keep your head up. Cliques aren't friends with anyone. If they don't like you, good, it means you're an individual and they aren't. And to anyone who is out of school and reading, lets talk about what little the so-called "cool" people ever ended up doing.

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anonymous Other April 18, 2025 at 5:08 pm 0 0