trashcan (literal trash)

• 30-day challenge • day 22 •

√ section 2: known for rowdy students (yes, it's stereotyped as well) and average minds who specialize in building materials such as cabinets, chairs, basically furniture and other menial work. most people take the entrance exam for this section, as there is a low chance of passing if you take section 1's entrance exam (i kid you not, the exam for class 1 was just nuts). passing grade is 75, the norm, and they were originally dismissed at 4 pm, until the school office decided to dismiss everyone at 5 so that these rowdy as fuck students won't disturb the science class (since they stay around and play sports after class, and during our 7th grade, they would peek through our windows and disturb us during classes). tends to hate on class 1.

√ section 3: mostly girls, because it's a home economics-specialized section. they use the h.e building beside the school canteen, and they're lucky because they actually learn how to fucking sew their own clothes, not calculate the perfect growing conditions for a pechay plant (*cough* class 1 *cough*). also originally dismissed 4 pm until rule implementation. passing grade is 75, lots of students in one classroom. haven't managed to catch a glimpse of the entrance exam paper, so idk. quite friendly people, but hates on class 1 just the same.

so yep, that's the summary. why did i write that? because i'm here to tell you that my shit grades in math have been straight 85's throughout the whole schoolyear this 8th grade. straight fucking 85's. although most of my other grades are 88 and above, it's still a matter to laugh about when you're in this kind of class. if you get 85, you're dumb, barely passed, basically stuff like those. if you get a 90 in math, you're a genius (*looks at classmates who just kinda praise--*). but yes, i understand their reasons for treating high grades like saints; we're forced to ingest shit that college students study in some subjects (as admitted by some of our teachers), but fortunately for me, i don't listen, so i'd have more to learn when i go to university. great.

i'm just gonna tell you that i didn't have a single line of 8 during my elementary school period. might be confusing, but here. this applies only to my experiences though, but most schools probs works like this in here:

___

kindergarten:

√ 1 (1 pm to 4 pm)

√ 2 (1 pm to 4 pm)

___

elementary

√ 1 (7:30 am to 3 pm)

√ 2 (7:30 am to 3 pm)

√ 3 (7:30 am to 3 pm)

√ 4 (7:30 am to 3-3:30 pm, possible extensions)

√ 5 (7:30 am to 3-3:30 pm, possible extensions)

√ 6 (7:30 am to 3-4 pm, literal extensions this time because fuck)

___

junior high

√ 7 (7:15 am to 5-5:30 pm)

√ 8 (7:15 am to 5-6 pm, extensions due to project-making)

√ 9 (7:15 to THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY says my sister, plus, your choice whether or not to join the cadet training thing)

√ 10 (don't even get me started, i heard these people don't even sleep, and if you joined cadet training by 9th grade, you'd be commanding your lowers [possibly 9th graders and your batchmates who didn't join last year] IF you were lucky enough to get a position or rank during your trainee days)

___

senior high

√ 11 (idk yet)

√ 12 (haven't been here and haven't seen senior high students sooo)

___

college

√ depends. you might repeat, retake, retain, etc. (but if you choose the teacher course, you'll be teaching brats from elementary to junior high)

___

so yeh, that's how crappy our education system is. we stay too long in classrooms repetitively learning crap we won't even use. same topics for every year, but it just expands more and more, until we have the whole fucking history book jammed into our heads and the whole library of math equations scratched onto our left side brains. *remembers the investigator arima vs. kaneki final fight in the manga* oh shit

i would post screenshots, but i don't have internet atm so nevermind.

anyways, that's that. overall, my academics are crappy, my grades are shit, my school life is--DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED, my values and morals grade is a little high HELL YES BITCH I'M A GOOD KID anddd i have 3 offenses on the prefect of discipline's office (ok maybe i'm not that good of a kid), and 2 records on the guidance councilor mental health shit stuff. what, i didn't even do squat. why the fuck do i a record? because the teachers are too traditionally-minded, paranoid, and plain prone to misunderstanding. why the mental health records? because i decided to be fucking honest on some depression and personality tests they issue every year, this 8th grade, and apparently, i'm mentally sick. fuck them, i'm perfectly normal but i just happen to want to blow the whole school up.

you could say i'm notorius. typical fucking--

aaanyways, yeah, shit academics, shit records, shit reputation, shit everything. i have good relationshits with teachers as well, very, very good relationshits because i talk to them directly about their misconceptions (which their pride won't accept) at times when needed. i sell my soul to extend project deadlines for the classroom, which, in this case, is just me trying to appear as a tragic hero. i'm a really shitty kid now that i type it all out, but come on. this is is how i have my fun in the boring world of academics and numbers.

_______________
____________________

i think i just told y'all more than just academics. oh well, i hope you enjoyed the storytime.

________________

do it if you wanna, because i've literally ran out of people to fucking tag, and the only ones left in my following are people who don't even know me for shit