God I Hate
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Dennis Johnson
English Comp111-70F
June12, 2005
God I Hate
God, I hate getting up this early. But I only got three months left; then Ill never have to get up early again. Three more months and this time I graduate. Dads doing pretty good on the railroad job now. Hasnt 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. Dont know why this diploma shit is so important to everyone, Im making 165.00 a week now and Im only 18! Thats better than some factories and I dont work as hard as they do. If I wasnt going to this dumbass high school everyday; Ill bet I could make 200 or even 225 dollars a week. Theyd let me work. Im the best employee they got. Someday Ill own Taco Bell.
“Okay! Okay! Im up damn it!” I yell at Mom as I stare at the clock. Jesus! She didnt 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 dont give a damn about us at all. Suddenly all the guys Id grown up with were “black”. That means they cant be seen hanging with me because Im now “white bread”. Dont remember it bothering them when Id spend the night at their house or theyd stay over at mine. Now Im 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. Theyll 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 aint 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? No! Instead he just keeps using this piece of shit. I hope he doesnt end up giving this rust bucket to me. Me and Larry Couchman would have to take it to the cliffs and let it go over. God I hate this car! At least it drives; barely. I hope she remembers to stop at Standard. Im almost out of Marlboros.
Marion is such a hellhole! God I hate it! Theres nothing to do here. They got rid of Custers Last Stand and are building a Sambos there now. Like anyone will want breakfast at two o clock in the morning! What a waste. Now they are talking about a Mall where Grants used to be. What a waste of space. Emilys is selling out to Duffs. And the Smorgasbord is now the FBI. “Hey Mom, dont forget to stop at Bobs so I can get some smokes.” “You need a pack too?” “I got em.” “You know, if they keep raising the damn things, everyone will have to quit.” “I wont buy em if they go over a .85 cent a pack. They just aint worth it.” Smoking is the only thing they cant scare me into stopping.
How come when you really like something, they tell you its bad for you? Cars have to run this new “unleaded” shit in them now. Motors need lead to work right. There saying chicken and pork and hotdogs are bad for you now too. Chicken dont matter to me anyway. Since that summer at Aunt Wandas, I havent eaten chicken since then. Thank God you still have beef and cheese you can eat. Otherwise wed all have to become vegetarians! And God knows I hate vegetables; so Id probably die!
Damn! Were almost there. She just passed Kmart. Four hours. Thats all you got Dennis. Four friggin hours. I wish some of these places, like Burger King, would open earlier. Then I could get lunch for breakfast. That would be so bad! “Hey Mom, Let me out across from the school, okay? That way, since I have a few minutes, I can finish my Cigarette before I go in Thanks.” God I hate this place. Why is always so damn cold in the morning. When I become rich in a few years, Im going to buy a house in Arizona. That way I dont care how damn cold it gets here, Ill be warm. Ill live right by the desert and find fossils and geodes and antiques and stuff and run a Taco Bell too. Ill be in heaven! Marion will probably be a ghost town by then, anyway. “This is cool Mom. See ya at 11:00.”
Did anyone see me get out of that piece of shit? No? Good. I still got about 10 minutes till I got to be in class. As long as I stand over here and smoke, no one can say crap. They cant say anything anyway, Im 18. Im an adult. Im old enough to vote; Old enough to drink in Ohio and old enough to die for my Country. Besides, I buy my own. I have for a few years now. Damn. Three more months of this shit! Then smooth sailing! Hey, isnt that Mr. Ken sitting in his car? Hah! Hes smoking his pipe on school grounds!
How about that? God I hate him! Just because he doesnt understand my interpretation of Art, he almost flunked me last year. He said “Paint a still life from your heart”, and I did. Everybody liked it, except him. Granted a realistic heart in the center of a black canvas with a knife and flowers pushed through it, may not be for everyone, but I painted what I felt. It was good. The asshole gave the “pretty” pictures good scores and damn near flunked me! Ive hated him every since then. I think him and Mr. Butler have tried there damnedest to get me to drop out. Shit! He sees me! Just wave at him, Dennis. He cant do shit. Youre off school grounds.
Damn it! Hes walking this way. Just finish your cigarette Dennis. Then go to class. “Hey Mr. Ken! How Ya Doing?” “Ill get to class, just as soon as I finish my cigarette!” “Just lit it a minute ago.” You got nerve buddy! Setting over there in your little Fiat smoking on school grounds! You need to take