Sumiko Rants About Amazingly Random Things

Welcome to another part of my page that you probably didn't mean to come to anyway. I am deeply sorry. Just hit the back button on the browser toolbar-- It won't hurt. For those of you who actually did wish to see this part of the site, I suppose that you would like to know what it is about. This is my rant page, a place where I come to vent a bit, to let off a little steam, to-::Cricket: Geeze, I think they get the idea!:: Anyway, below are my various rants. They are on assorted subject matter and can range in length. But, beware. Do not read on if you are not prepared to encounter my view of the world, complete with injustices and oddities. So read up, and feel free to rant about my ranting...but if you rant about my ranting to me, be sure that I’ll just come in here and rant about your ranting to me about my ranting. I’m a very sensitive person, you see.

The Free Tiny Private Catholic Prep School on the Hillside And The Numerous Tiny Catholic Prep School Problems That Came With It There is bound to be a theory out there that the truly mad at heart seek to increase there madness exponentially, or at least to bring it to the surface so. There is also bound to be a theory that the way to make a madman even more insane is to put him in extreme isolation, under high duress, with much work, little relief, only bare bones recreation, and a particularly ugly shade of blueish-mixed-with-snot paint on the walls. Knowing that the above to theories must exist somewhere in all of reality, either known or unknown, and assuming that we all have a little bit of madness in our minds, and some more than others, it is no wonder that tiny little non-profit Catholic-run college-prep highschools pop up, and that truly insane occurences seem to center at such places. Sure, such incidents of oddness are not widely reported, but with the Catholic church supporting the school, coverup is a simple thing. We aren't talking about having to cover up stuff on the scale of mass alien invasions, either, but there is some pretty bizarre stuff that happens at the school that, yes, I admit, I used to attend. The insanity and oddness index is off the wall. We have more odd occurences with a student body of thirty-some than most schools of more than 300. But the students are sadly the most normal thing about the school. Take a gander at the faculty and other such things. Try having two teachers who resemble Sailor Uranus and Neptune-- and I mean resemble them very strongly-- and who are always palling about together like they are siamese twins or something. Tis like a Parallel reflective fictional universe warp thingy...(I think I hurt myself). Add to this the fact that the school building itself is rented for a dollar a year. No kidding. The priest/principal who runs the place is one of the oddest things about it. He collects beer cans, readilly admits to cursing at crossword puzzles, and instead of wearing his collar, carries it in his pocket. He will often pause in the middle of sentences or lectures to perform a move we like to call "Consulting the Ceiling Tiles", only to pick right up again anywhere from 2 to 15 minutes later. He one time nailed his shoe to his foot. (This same foot has appearently been amputated several times. I'm not clear on this point.) Oh, a word of advice. If you ever wish to get out of a quiz, there are two ways. One is just telling him that he never gave you the study guide and the quiz is next week. He never writes such stuff down. The second is to disagree with him over nearly anything: religion (although the class is a study of the evolution of all Christian religions and he supposedly encourages all free thought and oppinion), word pronounciation (the words "herald" and "pen" are great fodder. While he cannot stand the eastern KY pronounciation of the latter, he insists on pronouncing the former as though singing about a bunch of upchucked angels. Not a pleasant thought at all.), or about anything else you can think of, especially fairness. Anyway, many other incidents of oddness and this school will aboud throughout this site, so worry not at the shortness of this article. I just don't want to become too queezy in one sitting. **A flock of flaming pteranodons suddenly pick up your closest family member and carry them away to northern Indochina** The Rules of Industry The industry of which I speak is the music industry. Now, correct me if I am wrong, but one of the two key words in music industry is music. (Serapi informs me it is aardvark) It seems to me that lately, music seems to be one thing that is sorely lacking on american radio. I am not speaking of lack of playtime, I am speaking of music quality. I must ask whatever happened to times when every song on the radio wasn’t top 40, and when the biggest stars weren’t the biggest stars just because they looked the best on an album cover. That is the major thing. I have a major bone to pick when it comes to the issue of bubble gum pop. Why is it that incredibly talented people like Chris Stills are thrown to the wayside just because nontalents like the Backstreet Boys and N’Sync look all pretty on their posters? People just buy stuff by Christina Agulera and Brittany Spears because if they didn’t, the two would vanish, and their pretty bodies wouldn’t be around to stare at all the live long year. It is a shame. I mean, these are people whose music videos I have heard people admit that they love to watch but whose music they hate to hear. Get this: I know people that when a Brittany Spears video comes on will watch it, eyes glued to the t.v., yet put the television sound on mute! But as all this is happening, the truly talented people striving to make it in the music industry are being neglected and passed over, just because they don’t have a "marketable" face. I mean, for heaven’s sakes, I could sing better than Brittany Spears and those other louts. For the love of cheese, man, Brittany, Christina, N’Sync, and all you other nontalents, leave music to the musicians. Go get a job modeling or working in soap operas or as backup dancers in music videos to the REAL musicians where you belong! Do not clutter up space where you are only causing people who truly have talent to be passed over. Somewhere out there a person that has a lovely voice that can touch the souls of a world works behind a register in the maternity department of Sears because Brittany Spears took the spotlight, the contract, and the spot in the industry that could have been hers. My Utterly "Wonderful" New School For reasons that I really do not wish to mention at this time (maybe in another rant) I am in a different school than the weird one in the first of my rants. This school is not a private school like my old one, in fact, it is a huge public school and I already have found several reasons to hate it. The first reason that I hate this school is the fact that it is huge. My old school had about 35 students. This one has hundreds. I do not like this many people nor this large a building. I cannot remember everyone’s name! My locker is across the school from most of my classes, except for last period, but if I have to ride the bus, it leaves right away, so I still do not have time to go to my locker. This is bad, since I now have any extra books I didn’t get time to drop off throughout the day and have to ride the bus and then walk almost a mile home once I get off of the bus, still carrying these excess books. Ugh! Another thing I dislike is first period. It is precalc, but this is a public school, so we are learning stuff I learned at my old school (a college prep school) in Algebra 1. I am bored out of my skull and my teacher thinks he is right about everything. He claims that there are only three veterinary schools in the U.S., when I know for a fact that there are over twenty. He didn’t even mention Purdue or Cornell in his list of the three, and I know they have vet schools. Cornell was the first, for Pete’s sake! I should know, I looked all that s*** up back when I considered majoring in veterinary medicine. He also seems to get quite upset when he doesn’t understand a concept. He constantly says that none of us are as intelligent as the class of eight years ago, or can do the kind of work they could. He says that anyone without a sense of direction is hopeless. He also constantly puts us down, saying we are basically worthless compared to the Japanese foreign exchange student we have at our school. Oh yeah, this is gonna encourage ME to work harder. Me, a nearly three year college prep student. Me, girl who was gonna take calc next year and try to test out of it in college. Me! The girl who took the ACT her freshman year and got a 32 without ever having any trigonometry before and with a regular little pocket calculator. Stupid teacher. Another thing I hate about this school is standardized testing. I think that this system, called CATS testing, is moronic. they train you throughout the year so you are able to go in and answer stupid open response questions that they give you in a limited space. This is a change; you used to get all the space you needed when I last took a standardized test. This was before I left the public school system for a private highschool. I switched schools a week before testing and didn’t have a clue what to do and still had to take the bleeding thing! I hope I didn’t do too poorly. There is a major drug problem here. I walked into the restroom the other day (when nature calls, you dun tell it to leave a message), and there were some girls passing a joint back and forth. Disgusting. There has to be a lot that I HAVEN’T seen, too. Ok, now to rant about my last period class, chemistry. Chemistry goes very slow. They have so far taken about three days to cover a topic that my old class covered in about fifteen minutes. Yes, I know see why they are covering stuff I covered in the first nine weeks of my old chem. class this same school year. ( this is the same level of chemistry, Chemistry 1, by the way.) I mean, for the love of bagels, I could TEACH this class! Yet another thing to rant about. My new school has absolutely no AP classes. At my old school this year I was enrolled in two before the unexpected school change. Now instead of AP American History and AP Biology I am in regular American History and botany. They also do not have government here. I was taking that as a half credit course. Half credit courses are not offered at this school, thus, I chose something to fill this space, chorus, and lost my half credit. Sucks, doesn’t it? Please, feel free to reply. Since a half credit of government, social studies, or civics is required to graduate in this state, I have to take either social studies or civics next year first semester. It wouldn’t have worked this year, since I transferred halfway through semesters and the classes didn’t mesh like the other sets (the others mentioned above), although I cannot see why, except that it was a half credit course. So why take chorus? We cannot leave school early or have a study hall and I thought or was given the wrong impression that we couldn’t have free periods, so I had to chose a class that I would be given absolutely no credit whatsoever for. Chicken Chernobyl Hell or Kentucky Fried Brain Cells I think I speak for just about everyone out there when I say that fast food is the worst spot that you will ever find yourself condemnded to work in. There is no job more loath, more horrendous, more dreaded, or more laughed at than fast food restaraunt employee. The job is hot, sticky, messy, and offers little to no benefits, and that is if you are lucky. If you are unlucky, you are like me, and wind up working at KFC. Kentucky....Fried........Chicken........Hell would be a playground in comparison. At least when compared to this particular one. It would seem that by all logic restaurant workers should get to know their schedules more than 12 hours before they have to come in to work! But that isn't how it happens. Forget a little thing known as planning. This concept is unknown in the world of a KFC employee. Every night you must call in to find out if you work the next day, and sometimes even then it is not known, so you awaken at eight a.m. and call, crawling out of your cozy bed, out from under your down-flilled Sailor Moon comforter just to make that call, and find that no, you don't work today, call later to find out about tomorrow. And now the nice warm spot in your bed is filled with a 25 pound part-Maine Coon Cat that you somehow have to convince to move before you flatten him in sheer exhaustion or agravation at the stupidity of your job. What awaits me when I do get to work? Well...I guess I will start with the customers. To tell the truth, I don't have to deal with customers as much as many of the other workers. You see, I don't run a register, and I often help out in the back, either cleaning dishes or preparing food or similar stuff...maybe that doesn't sound right...eh...I'll leave it...Anyway, I still work up front packing (preparing orders) and cleaning the lobby, so I do have to deal with customers some. And believe me, that is enough. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's not like we have bad customers. I value each and every paying customer who walks through that door or goes through that driveway and puts money in that register towards my check. It is just that...well...I'm not the greatest people person. In fact, not even on my best days could I be called a good people person. Calling me a people person would be a leap, even for someone who had just met me, and to even call me antisocial is being generous. To try to avoid clamoring and chaotic customers, I do my best to broadcast my strongest "I am not a cashier, so don't try to order from me, I'm not a Q&A session, so you're out of luck there, too, and I work in fast food, so I sure as hell ain't a waitress, do not look at me like that or even ask what you are going to ask anyway" vibes, but despite my greatest efforts, I seem to attract entire droves of eager-to-annoy-me customers. Not only that, but I seen to attract the most dim-witted, or most foul-breathed, or most frightening, or dirtiest, or most annoying, or most repetative, or most time consuming, or most meticulous that the world can chose to throw at a person. Just lucky. And it never fails that when I go out to sweep the old people with the gray suits or flowery dresses and the very strong perfume/cologn walk right through my dust pile!!!! GAH!!! (Nothing against the elderly. In fact, there are some of my favorite customers because Angie can almost always predict what they are going to order.) But aside from the customers, there are other reasons I hate my job and would rather be chased down the street by Africanized Honeybees than work there. Whenever the lobby needs cleaned, it is I who must do it. In fact, in the mornings, cleaning the lobby is often put off until I arrive at noon. (and KFC opens at like 10) I am always being ordered about in three or four various directions, amalways the one sent to do the most menial jobs, and one of the assistant managers has a lil brat of a daughter who seems to think that she can boss me around any time she wishes. That is probably one of the most annoying things about the place. But there are two things more annoying. One is one of the assistant managers. This particualr lady seems to enjoy making life a living hell for me. She always makes me do the most menial and demeaning jobs, and makes fun of me, often talking about how "week and easilly hurt" I am. I have had to remind her that I can do more things than clean trays and windows and that lifting things doesn't break my "poor fragile little bones". But the most annoying thing is the fact that I seem to get no hours. Sometimes I will get enough hours to satisfy my financial needs, but this is rare, often occuring only when we are shorthanded. I am one of the most senior staff members, and EVERYONE else gets at least three times as many hours as me. (This includes those under sixteen, and I am now eighteen.) I seem to think that I am somehow being discriminated against...hmmm... Perhaps the fact that I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or that I am not related to anyone who works or has worked there,is influencing matters. In any matter, life at KFC is an eternal and enduring hell. I say eternal for it will forever haunt me as the scars that mark my arms and those that haunt my dreams. ~Deep Shudder~ Something That Really Pisses Me Off Attn: I Better Not Get This Fowarded Back to Me in Some E-Mail Ok...something that really ticks me off...hmmm...something that really ticks me off: chain letters. I detest the lousy things. Now, in like the past couple of months I have gotten enough chain letters on my emails to choke a donkey. Bad enough that they get my hopes up that I have actual email when I don't, but they are just a plain nuscience. I'd never go along with the stupid things. If people keep going along with them and enough get going, they are gonna clog up the servers. Now, that I can't stand. What I DO NOT NEED is for MSN to go down on me right in the middle of something important. Internet is the only way I can research a lot of stuff, and I am a writer, so research is vital to me. Remember, I live in the backwaters, so our library sorta sucks. Internet is vital for school research as well, and I can't have the internet going down on me just because some idiots are clogging it up with spam and chain mail. A while ago I got the letter that tore it. It was a letter claiming to be a hacker warning. It was some hoax chain letter or another, but for a while it had me scared shitless. If you get an email saying Important: Hacker Information Pass On To Everyone You Know, just delete it. It is an imbecilic chain letter. Totally annoying. Meant to put the MSN server down by flooding it with these emails. Other chain letters I hate are these fortune telling chain letters, where you like fill out all this stuff and then like send it to nine other people and to the person that sent it to you. Those tick me off. I keep getting those sent to me, and the thing is, if you ever do fill one out, you must realize you are gonna get it sent back to you about ten times and then you send it of to ten new peeps for each person that sent it to you and back to each person that responded and it is an endless cycle and before you know it there is just this huge mess. That is why I never fill them out. So just don't bother sending them to me. The thing is, even my Grandmother has sent me those. Aye! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind being forwarded comedy lists. Just don't expect any kind of response. It isn't like you've done me a huge favour or anything. I mean, sure, it's funny, so dun STOP sending the lists, but it isn't like the world stopped moving just because you sent me one, so dun wait up for a response or anything. Well, I guess that is about it for this rant. Sumi, signing out.

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