This series is absolutely not helping my case that I’m a very sweet young man and, in fact, full of love and joy. Will I still be doing it? Of course, but I’ll start adding 5 things I love to balance the hate.
Still Having Work After The AP Test
The whole point of you, as a teacher teaching an AP class, is to prepare me for the AP test. After the test, why am I still coming to your class doing anything but talking or sleeping for an hour and forty-five minutes? You’ve done your job. War is over. What do you mean there’s still work? What could we possibly be doing? It’s annoying because they make it seem like the class is pretty much done after the test, and it indeed is not.
People With NO Situational Awareness
People without situational awareness bother me because they’re like children. The difference is, I can’t get mad at a child for being an idiot because they don’t know any better. You’re grown. Too grown to not have a basic understanding of a situation and then use your common sense to act accordingly. I shouldn’t have to explain to you how to act at different times because then you’re a chore to be around. Use your brain like it’s in your skull and not in your butt. I beg.
Hangnails.
Before I recently stopped biting my nails, I’d get hangnails so bad. They’d snag on my clothes or get painful after a while. The worst part is, I could only bite it down so far, so I couldn’t get rid of them on the spot. Though, I recently found out that hangnails don’t stop when you stop biting your nails, and everybody made it seem like me biting my nails was the root of all evil. I have two hangnails right now.
Peeing In Public Restrooms
I’m simply not doing it. The only time I use a public restroom is if I’ve been holding it so long it hurts to laugh. Public restrooms are so nasty that I feel like I’ll get 3 STIs and the plague just by standing in one of the stalls. You think I’m going to pee in there? No. I’ve held it at school for like 13 hours. I will purposely avoid drinks at school so I don’t have to pee, and it is that serious. It’s stinky in there, and don’t get me started on the things that are written in the stalls.
Having My Sleep Interrupted
Don’t wake me up out of my sleep for anything but food. I don’t even care if the house is on fire. Let me sleep. I barely get sleep as is, and you’re waking me up out of my sleep talking about some dishes? Or it’s my little brother asking for help with his homework. Or he needs me to get something down from somewhere. Please stand on a chair and figure it out. Especially because I’ve spent my whole day giving my everything to everyone and everything and the one thing I’m asking for is sleep.
Repetitive Things
This is another reason I don’t like children. They don’t have much depth yet, so they talk about the same 10 things on rotation. I heard you the first five times. Please be quiet. I hate repetitive teachers. I hate repetitive songs. It’s boring and it’s annoying. I’ve always hated being told things I know already because it loses its value, and I hate being told useless information.
Ricotta Cheese
I don’t like lasagna with ricotta cheese in it. The texture is so bad. It tastes like small balls of cheese, but worse. When it’s cooked, it gets grainy. It doesn’t even melt, it just sits there being nasty.
People Trying To Help Me When I’m Struggling
People try to paint it as me resisting being helped, but that isn’t the case. When I need help, I ask. If I’m struggling to do something, that doesn’t mean I need help. If I haven’t asked, it’s probably because I’m trying to figure out how to do it on my own. It irritates me when I’m struggling to do something, and my mom or grandma will try to do the task for me. Please get out. I’m trying to understand the various ways to solve the issue and you’re ruining the vibe.
My Phone Overheating
If my phone is overheating, it’s probably lagging. I was on the phone with my dad today as I was charging my phone and texting my friend on Instagram, and my phone felt like it was going to explode. The phone was so hot that it started making my hands sweat. The keyboard was lagging and the phone became almost unusable. I couldn’t even play any of the games on my phone, so I had to sit there, bored.
People Who Don’t Like Black Women
This isn’t glaze. Anybody who doesn’t like black women as a whole is untrustworthy. It tells me a couple of things about their character: they can’t see the world outside of their perceived bias, they make generalizations that are wrong, and they haven’t seen the material. Have you seen a black woman? Have you seen black women as a whole? Not just physically, their abilities are amazing. My whole spam is dedicated to black women. My name on Instagram is “black woman worshipper”, the username is “blackwomeninmycereal”, and I have “black women’s fanpage” in the bio. I have a highlight dedicated to black women. What do you mean you don’t like black women? What is there not to like? They come in every personality type, every body type, every shade; the variety is impeccable. There’s the nerdy ones, the athletic ones, the ones that dibble and dabble in everything, and you’re telling me you can’t find ONE you like? You’re crazy.
So that concludes the first list. I love a lot of things, but here are 5 things I love.
Black Women
Black women are just the GOATs. Almost every woman who has played a pivotal role in my life has been black. They’re leaders, they’re nurturers, they’re smart, they’re interesting. Black women are shaped by the world so differently because they’re forced to adapt to different things than everyone else. They see the world so uniquely, and they push boundaries in such an admirable way. I love black women. Best creation of all time.
Cooking
I love to cook. I love experimenting and making things that people normally don’t. It’s like English in a way. I get to make it whatever I want, tweak what I want, scrap what I want, and make something that ends up harmonious that I can share with the people I love.
The Factory Smell of New Shoes
I don’t even know why I love it, but the first thing I do when I get a new pair of shoes is put my face in them so I can sniff them. I love the smell of factory coming off my shoes.
Physical Touch
I love physical touch so much that if I don’t touch you, I either hate you or I’m trying to respect a boundary. If I don’t hug you, push you, high five you, dap you up, I damn near hate you. I love to hug people and I love being held. In fact, this morning when I woke up, the first thing I did was go into my grandma’s room and lay on her. It’s my favorite form of connection, and it’s how I communicate to you that I love and care about you. It’s about more than touch. It’s letting you into my personal space to create connections that I otherwise wouldn’t care about if I didn’t like you.
C Days
C Days are more than half days to me. They’re symbolic. They represent friendship and bonding in ways that any regular school day doesn’t. Going to get food after, picking seminars with your friends so y’all can laugh all day and talk about life. It represents connecting with the people you care about. It creates room for inside jokes, and it helps you build in time for your friends within a busy school week.
