Just... just watch Fahrenheit 11/9, but after you read a bit into "Citizen's United", "Glass-Steagall", "Continuing Resolution" and "The Patriot Act". There are a few others, but those are the big 4. After that, it's pretty obvious how rigged the system is. Hillary would have been better; even Trump's base is waking up to the fact (she WAS the most qualified presidential candidate after 1800, after all; which was also seen as a problem) that we'd be so much better off with her instead of him. I mean... this dude... he's an exaggeration of every freaking vile word you can throw at him. THAT is what his "shield" is.
Looking back at my HS classes, even my AP classes, it's no wonder. The Iphone hit the tail end of my junior year. Myspace was on it's last leg... Facebook was taking over. It was no wonder that the apathy I saw the 3 years before from 80% of my fellow students would lead to this.
It's not even like I lived in a ghetto or something. I went to HS in one of the most diverse
districts in the country. It was a new HS, decked out.... (cept for the football team.... but that's a story for another time), better science labs than the local community college at the time; flat screen monitors as to provide more space in the library and computer labs; a fucking creek right next to the cafeteria so we could go outside and "enjoy" our food with a view. I say "enjoy" because FUCKING SKEETERS.
Know what I saw immediately emerge?
Hierarchy. For two rooms there were these two rooms for a photography class; split in half by a revolving door into what would, in practice, amount to a black room. I learned about that room two years later in my dual-AP English/History class because my team asked our teachers where we could build a maze for our project (do something for the elementary kids with each team representing each feeder school but the kids play in all of them in the end). They gave us that room, the desks and the chairs. We decided the best idea was to layout our maze and then cover everything in giant sheets of paper (acquired with... the persuasion of my favorite history teacher vs the art teacher whom became butthurt because I decided on other electives... that's another funny story that slipped my mind... anyway tangent)...
....we needed a break.
And another.
Ok. We get halfway through the paper being laid from the counter-tops downwards; the walls, basically. Before this we hadn't even considered..
.... the other room; just kinda assumed it was locked. It wasn't. There was a lab area with 4 roller chairs in it, a trashcan, and then the revolving door to the black room. I don't know if you've ever played hockey basketball with a trashcan everyone can toss around while trying to chuck a giant paper ball in it while everyone is confined in a roller chair, but I'm sure you can imagine. Next day we decide... dude... maze... roller chairs... duuuuuuuuuude. Our roller chair war soon devolved into trench warfare as we lost our chairs. For those of you who know about me and the shuriken scissors, this trench warfare is where I get hit. We are producing SO much noise during A and B lunches (we had C lunch because our history/english classes were combined so it was 2 hrs everyday instead of two 50 min periods)... the fucking school cop and 4 teachers ran up. Of course we all lied, continued on and finished the maze once the procrastination and stress outweighed getting it done....
....I did some extra work instead of going to basketball practice one day and I jerked it in the dark room about an hr in (I mean.... "christened it".... Oh c'mon like if you wouldn't jack it if you could Neil Armstrong it and KNOW no adult would ever know)... deadlines hit, was all good.
The point of all that? I was, most likely, the most untrustworthy student there. I got away with it (besides the french fries that one time). Know why? I knew all those teachers from middle school, 3/4 of my fellow students from middle school, and 1/4 of my fellows from elementary school. And then there were the parents. A hierarchy was carried over from the parents into us, and it perpetuated.
As many rules as my friends on the basketball team broke, maybe only two other would survive being caught jerking off in the dark room. Everyone else on the team would be suspended... someone not on the team? Expelled. As for when we got caught throwing every handheld projectile each other while navigating a
maze on roller chairs until trench warfare? Slap on the wrist for us, detention for other fellow AP classmates without a silver tongue, suspension for a pre-ap student, police, charges and expulsion for anyone else.
Hierarchy.
I'm sorry that was so long and... just... (no I'm not) <---- like that.
I'm drunk and I'm giving true drunk history
Side note: I remember the chick in my mind whilst I jacked. Still. One does not forget that; sorry alcohol.
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Looking back at my HS classes, even my AP classes, it's no wonder. The Iphone hit the tail end of my junior year. Myspace was on it's last leg... Facebook was taking over. It was no wonder that the apathy I saw the 3 years before from 80% of my fellow students would lead to this.
It's not even like I lived in a ghetto or something. I went to HS in one of the most diverse
Know what I saw immediately emerge?
....we needed a break.
And another.
Ok. We get halfway through the paper being laid from the counter-tops downwards; the walls, basically. Before this we hadn't even considered..
The point of all that? I was, most likely, the most untrustworthy student there. I got away with it (besides the french fries that one time). Know why? I knew all those teachers from middle school, 3/4 of my fellow students from middle school, and 1/4 of my fellows from elementary school. And then there were the parents. A hierarchy was carried over from the parents into us, and it perpetuated.
As many rules as my friends on the basketball team broke, maybe only two other would survive being caught jerking off in the dark room. Everyone else on the team would be suspended... someone not on the team? Expelled. As for when we got caught throwing every handheld projectile each other while navigating a
Hierarchy.
I'm sorry that was so long and... just... (no I'm not) <---- like that.
I'm drunk and I'm giving true drunk history
Side note: I remember the chick in my mind whilst I jacked. Still. One does not forget that; sorry alcohol.