DUDE I JUST GOT AN EMAIL FROM SOME LADY DOWN THERE AT THE JCTC SOUTHWEST CAMPUS SAYING THAT I HAVE BEEN DROPPED FROM MY MATH 150 COURSE BECAUSE ITS ONLY FOR SCHOOL TO WORK. WELL IN THE FUCK DID YOU NOT HAVE THAT IN THE FUCKING DESCRIPTION? THIS IS WHY I FUCKING HATE SCHOOL! THEN THE BITCH GOT THE NERVE TO TELL ME, “SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.” BITCH IF YOU DON’T GO ON SOMEWHERE WITH THAT PETTY SHIT!
I’M THIS CLOSE TO HOPPING THE FUCKING CAR AND DRIVING MY ASS ALL THE WAY DOWN THERE BUT FUCK IT. IF THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT ME WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT THEM?! I’M GOING DOWN THERE TOMORROW LIKE INTENDED AND ASK THEM ABOUT THIS BULLSHIT. IF I CAN’T GET INTO SCHOOL THIS SEMESTER THAN FUCK IT. I’LL TELL IT TO THERE DAMN FACES TOO. FUCKING PLAYING WITH ME. IM TRYING TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF SCHOOL GODDAMMIT. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. What is it? Better yet what the hell is an “is?” Can we is? Before I get too side tracked on this “ising” aspect, I remember the day when Mr. Wixom walked through the door. He walked in standing tall with a clean shaven head and an atomic wedgie from hell. Just as another terrible human being from this hellish society, I began to judge him, thinking of him as a weirdo and quietly making fun of him in my head. He was dead silent when he walked into the class room, only making occasional heavy breathing noise’s. The eerie silence went on for a good 5 minutes before it was broken by a slightly deep, smooth, and clear radio reporter voice. I was shocked; while making fun of him in my head, I envisioned him having one of those obese fat guy voices. I was dead wrong.
I don’t want to sound like some weirdo, but this man has a beautiful voice and a very astounding love for the English language. For an entire semester his teaching was relentless. He engaged the entire class into casual or argumentative conversations, drilled us on how we should refrain from passive words, and would occasionally slap himself on the wrist for using sexist language. His love for teaching English was rubbed deeply into my brain and is still sitting comfortable inside waiting for its time to shine. The art of writing is beautiful and was instilled by a man who not only can talk in a southern accent better than me, but who is still fuzzy on the whole “Good, Bad thing” (Ghost Buster joke).
I am glad that I took Mr. Wixoms class. He made me love writing. He has given me and entire new outlook on reading and writing, in which I plan to implement more into my life. I want to be the best, become a better writer and make my blog look incredible on the web. The enjoyment and fulfillment just doesn’t stop on this site, I hope to go farther and write for other sites and maybe even columns!
In the end, all of this enthusiasm and ego boost goes to this very weird man named Mr. Wixom. I thank him everyday for the knowledge he has passed down to me.
So what is a Wixom? Well it is just a name, but Mr. Wixom is a knowledgeable teacher with the powers of Obi Wan Kenobe and Master Splinter combined.
Ps, What is “ising?” Can we is? Here, I’ll “is” real quick…….
The End. 😀
So for the “people” who keep up with this on going blog, you should know that yes I graduated from High School back in May. I am now attending JCTC (Jefferson Community Technical College). The degree i chose is Graphic Design.
Its been a bitch trying to get into school, I’ve been procrastinating and putting things off…now that I got most of it out of the way the college life isn’t that bad. I’ve met some cool people and plus now that I am working nights at UPS (I meant to blog about that) its been pretty chill. I thought the “Real World” would be a complicated mess…and it has but it wasn’t like what I was expecting.
I mean its hard but I just push through each day like nothing is happening. I still skate, Still got a girlfriend and have been able to do what I want and how I like it. This is just the beginning, I still got a ways to go to really see what this is all about. For now, this is the start of my long and drawn out Story.