You know sometimes
It’s not even that I hate writing the paper. It’s that the restrictive nature of WHAT I can write it on exactly. Only covering the first half of the class pretty much restricts me to writing a paper about religious defenses of the institution of slavery. I’m so sick of teachers asking me to explain why religion impeded social progress for a hundred years.
Fuck school. I’m going to be a janitor. Fuck you guys.