These High School Days

by Cthepolkadots

This is the story of Kevin and his life in high school. Follow him along as he tries to figure it all out. The writing style is inspired by a book I read when I was a kid. Very short, but numerous chapters. This will be KevEdd, but also KevinxNazz and KevinxOC.

2. Some classes

Some classes

Some of my classes are cool.
I guess.

I mean,
middle school classes were pretty easy,
the teachers really just based it on participation.
I think the hardest thing
was when we had to learn about polynomials in algebra.
Who the fuck needs polynomials in real life?

Honestly.

But now,
all the teachers are drilling it into us
that our grades here are life or death of our
"academic future".

I bet I'll never need to know who the 19th president of the United States is.
Or what happens when you mix sodium hydroxide with sulfuric acid.
Or why the oxford comma is a highly disputed punctuation.

Please.
Let me play football.
Let me out of this stuffy room,
with these stuffy people.

Let me go to art.
I get art.

Sure,
I'm asked to memorize painters,
or sculptors,
or famous movements,
but my own work doesn't have a wrong answer.

The grass is orange
because I want it to be.
The sky is green
because it clashes with the grass.
The tree is pink
because screw you.

Some classes are cool...
I guess.