I was always a recalcitrant little bastard and an absolute displeasure to have as a student.
Perhaps my pathetic life wouldn't have had been so disastrous had I actually tried to conform to the academic and social expectations foisted upon me. It is all cope anyway. I doubt that my academic career would have had been any more illustrious had I actually invested a modicum of effort into formal education. The fact is, I am incorrigibly maladroit.
No other pre-tertiary subject had ever evoked my ire as much as English. My performance in Latin and Greek was execrable, while my French was decidedly mediocre. My proficiency in English was similarly disappointing, but the difference was that my existence induced a sort of irate disillusionment in my English teachers, whereas other staff members had preemptively written me off as hopeless.
I find something deeply irritating about the malformed grammar and orthographic irregularities of English. Along with French, I consider it one of the most irredeemably ugly tongues in existence. I resented those languages suppurating through European society like a contagion.
The majority of my English teachers seemed to be the same individual reconstituted into different physical forms: young yet dowdy, blonde femoids whose personal experience of Anglophone countries rarely exceeded 5 years, if that. They had all been au pairs in the UK, they had all been involved in an exchange program in the US, and though they did not admit it, I suspected they had all been waterboarded with cum in Australia.
There was only one English teacher whose name I bothered to remember. Unlike her predecessors, she was truly an Anglophone. Every year of her life mired in that inscrutably hideous tongue, until she came to our country to propagate a certain infernal language. Nonetheless, she was the most tolerable person I had ever encountered at that school. I might even have liked her.
Profanities like nigger and cunt were bandied around carelessly by my classmates. They had a proclivity for invective - it was all harmless fun, and our previous teachers were rather lax. Once again deviating from the norm, the American transplant took umbrage at this.
As non-native English speakers, we could probably just feign having misapprehended the social-historical origins of the term, though it would hardly be justifiable.
From my perspective, every single human being is a nigger. We are a profoundly vile species. It is an injustice that only those of African extraction have been branded as inferior when we are all equal in our despicable perfidy. Even my immediate relatives cross the street to avoid black people while complaining that native Europids are hostile to our ethnicity.
Perhaps my pathetic life wouldn't have had been so disastrous had I actually tried to conform to the academic and social expectations foisted upon me. It is all cope anyway. I doubt that my academic career would have had been any more illustrious had I actually invested a modicum of effort into formal education. The fact is, I am incorrigibly maladroit.
No other pre-tertiary subject had ever evoked my ire as much as English. My performance in Latin and Greek was execrable, while my French was decidedly mediocre. My proficiency in English was similarly disappointing, but the difference was that my existence induced a sort of irate disillusionment in my English teachers, whereas other staff members had preemptively written me off as hopeless.
I find something deeply irritating about the malformed grammar and orthographic irregularities of English. Along with French, I consider it one of the most irredeemably ugly tongues in existence. I resented those languages suppurating through European society like a contagion.
The majority of my English teachers seemed to be the same individual reconstituted into different physical forms: young yet dowdy, blonde femoids whose personal experience of Anglophone countries rarely exceeded 5 years, if that. They had all been au pairs in the UK, they had all been involved in an exchange program in the US, and though they did not admit it, I suspected they had all been waterboarded with cum in Australia.
There was only one English teacher whose name I bothered to remember. Unlike her predecessors, she was truly an Anglophone. Every year of her life mired in that inscrutably hideous tongue, until she came to our country to propagate a certain infernal language. Nonetheless, she was the most tolerable person I had ever encountered at that school. I might even have liked her.
Profanities like nigger and cunt were bandied around carelessly by my classmates. They had a proclivity for invective - it was all harmless fun, and our previous teachers were rather lax. Once again deviating from the norm, the American transplant took umbrage at this.
As non-native English speakers, we could probably just feign having misapprehended the social-historical origins of the term, though it would hardly be justifiable.
From my perspective, every single human being is a nigger. We are a profoundly vile species. It is an injustice that only those of African extraction have been branded as inferior when we are all equal in our despicable perfidy. Even my immediate relatives cross the street to avoid black people while complaining that native Europids are hostile to our ethnicity.
