Why school is a fucking pile of shit.

I'm sitting here in my English class, and my teacher has made the mistake of asking my class' opinion on something. He asked what we'd like to listen to from some bullshit NPR program, This American Life or something. Out of one corner of the room, someone yells "GANG WAR!" even though there's no piece entitled that or anything fitting that description. Then, some of the girls in my class say they want to hear a piece about a teen mother. They probably want to hear it to give them some pointers, because they're morons, and they'll probably run into the same problem. But, there are redeeming things to English class. I sit next to a senior named Kousuke, who's probably the nicest guy I've met in my school thus far. I don't know where I'm going with this blog, it's just stream of consciousness stuff, but I need something to do to vent my anger, so I wrote this. That's all for this time, and I'm sure I'll have more to post later.