After watching an episode of True Life: I'm a High School Freshman (give me a BREAK), I needed to rant about a few things.
1. First, we follow a girl who joined the cheerleading team. She is excited because she probably watched the same movies we all did that bolster cheerleading as a one-way ticket to popularity. Apparently, our heroine didn't realize how long a football game is, and that she wouldn't be able to eat nachos during the game, because she was, um, supposed to be cheering.
"Omigod, I hate this," she said. "It's so frustrating."
Ah, remember the days when nothing was wrong in your life so you had to create drama for yourself? How cute/insufferable. Hopefully, you grow into an adult and get some perspective: not being able to eat for a few hours during a high school football game is not as big of a deal when weighed up against having to pay your bills or getting yelled at by your boss. Some people, unfortunately, never get that perspective and still act like every little thing that happens to them is the end of the fucking world.
For example, an acquaintance from high school friended me on Facebook. He's 25 still living at home and has no job. His status one day was "I wish I could wake up one morning and not have to deal with drama." That's weird, because I wake up every morning without any drama. It's called hanging out with friends, not frenemies, and responding to situations like an adult. It's not hard to not be swimming in drama if you don't want to be (read: GROW THE FUCK UP).
2. A big emphasis in the show was put on the kids' report cards. It made sense to touch on this, because when your whole life is school and education, grades are important. HOWEVER, I wanted to smack these uptight parents when they announced "A 94 in English? Good. A 92 in Social Studies? Good. AN 82 IN SPANISH? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT??!" Then they go into a shreiky tirade about how anything less than an A is unacceptable and blah, blah, blah.
Listen up, parents and students: YOUR GRADES DO NOT FUCKING MATTER. If you're pulling in A's and B's, you'll be able to get into a good college, drink your face off for four years, and get a job when you graduate.
I thank God that my parents could see the bigger picture and never pressured me in terms of grades. If I pulled in everything higher than a B, it didn't matter. I acted like a jackass in high school, drank like a fish in college and barely put forth any effort in my classes, had a job lined up before I graduated, and got promoted in less than a year of being on the job.
So, parents: If your kid is failing his classes, get worried. If your kid is getting A's and B's, back the fuck off and let them do their thing.
Labels: Bitter Bitching, Stupid Celebrities