The Honor Student

I am an honor student. I make okay marks my grades are A's and B's. It shouldn't really surprise you. As do most other honor students. The thing I don't like about 80% of them is that they use their knowledge like a giant black cock. They pull it out when you don't care and try smacking you in the face with it so as to say "Look how smart I am see it? See it? I don't think you see it yet." I'm guilty of this too on occasion and so is everyone else. Just not every single day like some of these kids. Everything they do revolves around them being the best or being the smartest. These kids grovel for grades like it's their job and whine about missing one point. Just one. Everyone is guilty of this every now and then, including me. They always have to go above and beyond, and it hurts to watch. They sit there and bitch and cry about how much they're involved and refuse to stop it. It's disgusting. If you didn't want to be an honors student you shouldn't have taken on the work load. Don't sit there and bitch to people who can handle it. It's like they whine just to bask in the glory of their own voice. Have you ever tried to review something they have written? When you do let me know because it is like Birdemic, slow to start off, with a very obvious dick slappy preachy message about how condoms are wrong. Half of the time its worse than grading a seventh grader's essay. The seventh grader isn't aware of the mistakes they're making. The senior is. They do a lot of wonderful things don't get me wrong, but they are taking up way too much of the activities available. They're all in the same 6 clubs with the same 50 members. Why not just lump it into one big club? They take up spots that other kids can use but don't have the opportunity because Sally Success just had to have club one billion to add on to her college application. Who then ends up going to a third rate Catholic school, getting a bullshit degree in art history, and being a single stay at home mom for the rest of her life. The lovely picture is curtiousy of Hartley Brody, I haven't read anything he wrote, but you should check it out.

Starbucks

Yesterday I went to Starbucks after taking the ACT with my friend. I ordered a cappuccino, and upon ordering I was asked if I would like flavoring in my coffee. Normally I just drink black coffee at a mom and pop type restaurant, and on this occasion I wanted to try something new. So I puzzlingly stared at the lady, and all I could think at that moment was do I look like a female? Was I dressed particularly metro-sexual today? The question had really caught me off guard. This is the first time in 2013 that I had ever heard of flavoring in coffee. I responded with a polite no thank you to the cashier and after we walked away I abruptly turned to my friend and said, "Do I look like I have a vagina?" I was baffled. Coffee doesn't need flavor. The only thing acceptable to put in coffee is a little bit of cream or milk. That's why its coffee. You don't need to put 6 tsps of estrogen in your coffee to like it. If you don't like coffee don't buy it. Don't spoil it by putting cups and cups of sweet in your coffee.