Isn't it wild that my P. E. teacher made a request for us to do 7000 steps, in the middle of a quarantine? I'm supposed to be staying inside, every news report and every other teacher, for that matter, is telling me that and yet...
What the hell is wrong with P. E. teachers?
Also, who the hell decided that I'm supposed to care about school right now? If I'm going to die, at least let me live a little. For a change. Literally, there's no telling when corona will go away and I'm supposed to seriously believe school's going to come back around soon? We're already behind as it is.
I'm done with online school. 7000 steps, in self-isolation ? Sure, Karen. Sure.
I mean, I get it. "They gotta keep you busy". Whatever. "Some students would freak out with nothing to do. Nobody wants more panic." But full guarantee : Nobody from my school would care. You know why? Because we're a fucking grammar school with 20 subjects nobody cares about; we're all looking for death, at this point. Instead, the said 20 subjects are swooping in daily...
I don't care about assignments on a normal school day. Now? Good one.
Either way, seriously. Nothing matters anymore. I'm sick of pretending that, in this situation, it does.
