Saturday Means School on Monday

NOOOOOOO!

I hate school. I always have, and I always will. On my first day of kindergarten, the happy-smiley little Erin skipped to school in a plaid dress and ridiculous pigtails that her mom forced her to wear. SHE was excited to go to school.

Yeah, well she's gone.

Maybe I hate school because of all the judging going on there. Especially since I'm in middle school, the judging goes on faster then a cheesecake served at a birthday party.

People look at me and they see:

Tall girl. Shoulder length-reddish blonde hair. Beatles tee-shirt. Brightly colored skinny jeans and a pair of converse.

DING DING DING DING DING.

Beatles tee shirt. That is the ONE THING that marks me as hippie. I like the Beatles, I wear peace signs, and I want world peace. Got a problem with that?

People listen to me and they hear:

Loud girl. Never shuts up. Isn't afraid to stand up to teachers and other adults about what she feels. Often in trouble for talking to other students.

They think: Independent. Has her own mind.

Well, that's good. But since people have the wrong idea about hippies, they just add it to the hippie assumption.


My mother wants me to change. She wants me to be more liked in school and not be a hippie.

The thing is, I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE.

I like being a hippie. I like being assumed that I belong in the 1960s, because I do.

And. I. Don't. Give. A. Crap. If. I'm. Popular.


Sure, it bugs me that people judge me and hate on me because of my hippie-ness. But I like what I do. I don't mind walking down the hallways singing Yellow Submarine with my best friend and getting all these strange looks. We're having fun, and if the people of this society can't understand that fun isn't always going on a date or texting your "bestie", then they can all rot and burn at the curb for all I care.


Jenna and I love being judged as "the weird girls". Earlier this week, I got tagged on one of those Animated Facebook pictures as "the one that's up to know good." And when I asked why, I got the answer:

"Erin, think. When are you ever up to something good?"

And instead of protesting, I said "good point." Because that's the truth.


I still hate school. But I'm looking forward to content-area reading. My brother had to take that class and the teacher was one of the biggest liberals in the school. She believed in global warming and all that crap, and my brother didn't be a stranger and he protested against it, and usually proved her wrong. I'll bet the teacher will recognize the last name and remember me. I can't wait to prove the teacher wrong. HAHAHAHAH.

It was actually pretty funny. At the beginning of the summer, my brother went to this orchestra camp that his school offered for advanced orchestra kids. His orchestra teacher does NOT like him, because he's a boy and he's a good violinist. She's sexist against boys is what I'm saying. So she hates him. When we went to go to the concert at the end of camp, my parents started talking to the teacher and she kept giving me looks like "There's TWO of them?!?" And I had to laugh.

What will my reputation hold this year? Monday, August 30th will unveil the answer.

~Erin~