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- [ A Jolly Good Day In School ] [ By The GNN ]
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- A JOLLY GOOD DAY IN SCHOOL!
- by THE GNN/DC/uXu
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- "quit my job
- cut my hair
- you know I cut my bonds
- because I don't care"
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- This is a true story.
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- "Well, Mr Svensson...this hasn't been a good year for you, eh?"
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- My teacher is bold, ugly and boring. He is holding a paper containing
- the marks for every student in my class. My mark is rather low and I
- already know it due to his voice. It sounds...happy...all teachers
- sound happy when they can crush your ego to the bottom and feel better
- than you. Better...
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- Bah! My teacher looks at me, waiting for an answer to his stupid question.
- What can I say? "Oh yeah, really fucked up!" or "He? I think I did
- pretty well?" or "I don't know. You tell me!"
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- Lame answers all of them. I keep quiet. He looks disappointed.
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- "Well...since you did so bad on your last test I have decided to...."
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- He looks down on his paper. Unnecessary, since he already know what
- he will give me.
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- "...give you...."
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- He closes his eyes for a moment.
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- "...1..."
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- I did really expect to get "1" in math. I mean, I hate the subject and
- the teacher. I watch him. He looks at me, waiting for a reaction. I don't
- say anything. He looks rather angry and says:
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- "You'll have to get better, otherwise I will have to give you 1 again!"
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- HaVe To? Haha...It doesn't hurt him. I mean, he is the one who has failed.
- He knows that he won't get much action out of his life as a teacher in
- a lousy school in the middle of Sweden. In fact...THE ONLY fun he have
- is to give people low marks and crush their life. Then he can feel
- better, stronger...he is "smarter". A low mark to me may cause some
- problem later on, and that's wonderful. Then he knows that he is
- judged as a intelligent human being on the sick scale that todays older
- section has constructed.
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- "Next one."
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- He can't get me to say anything like "Please Sorry" so he decides to
- move on with the next victim. I turn around and walk to the door. I open
- it and step outside. The door is closed and I lean my back against it.
- Shit. Something must be done about this mark. It destroys all my other marks
- and I can see a future of further school...instead of finally getting a
- job somewhere and Do Something Else. But the fact that I am the one
- who will take over from his lost generation is a hard feeling. He will
- not let go of his "life" that easy. We, the youth, must be crushed
- and tame before they let us see their mistakes. So we won't complain and
- do it better. Then their lives would have been worthless.
- The truth hurts. And history repeats.
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- I think. Then I open the door again and step inside. "You again?".
- I grab my gun from the back of my jeans and cock it behind my back.
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- I speak: "You...are...The...looser..."
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- The pedagogically voice inside him starts to barf.
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- "well i know this is a hard mark but if you feel that its wrong you
- should start thinking about studying instead of other things like
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- (life?)
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- and understand that school is important to you yes it is you have to
- study to get somewhere in life get somewhere in life get somewhere in
- life get somewhere in life be someone be someone be someone become someone
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- BECOME SOMEONE BECOME SOMETHING
- EARN MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY
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- I show him my fist and say "Be quiet you senile old fart, please".
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- He looks at me and starts again:
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- "now listen my dear friend i must say that your behaviour is quite"
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- I kill him. The shot from my Desert Eagle (now loaded with .44) goes
- trough his left eye, trough his brain and out on the other side.
- Blood, brain and all that is splashed all over the wall and ceiling.
- His body is thrown back, over a table and his hand grabs a shelf and
- drags it with him in the fall. He is still holding the paper. A stream
- of various fluids are dripping over it from his mouth.
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- I step outside.
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