Chiquita on Wanting to take a Test

I just want to read the book, do the study guide, take the test, and get on with my life. This is apparently too much to ask of my Gov II teacher. He keeps assigning all these pointless "projects" that we have to do. Its SO STUPID. I'm not learning anything. Oh wait, yes I did learn something. There's this thing in Cedar Rapids called "Fifteen in Five", its a bunch of little projects to better Cedar Rapids, theoretically. Most of them were a huge fail because of lack of funding. That's about it. We actually took notes the other day. I was pretty excited. Too bad he'd already assigned another project a few days before. What do we have to do, you ask? Think of a way to better the Cedar Rapids metropolitan area for teenagers. Flashback to seventh grade when I had the same assignment. Please shoot me. I hate high school. Rachel and I are pretending to turn Westdale into a "teen center". In our little fairy tale, the funding would come completely from fund raising organized and orchestrated by teens. Yippy do dah. When we told the teacher about our idea, he was sarcastic like "nothing I haven't heard of before". Thanks for the encouragement, asshole. He's always like that. He's one of those meathead guys that makes you feel like you're retarded, and it couldn't be more obvious that he doesn't give a damn about any of his students. If he doesn't care, then why should I? I can feel myself feeding off his negative attitude. Maybe if he wasn't such a jerk I'd want to impress him. I do have creative ideas in this mind of mine if only I was given the chance to do a project with more than the excitement equivalency of watching paint dry. And if he's so bored with seeing the same damn projects over and over again, here's an idea; ASSIGN SOMETHING NEW. God forbid he actually have to use his tiny brain to come up with something fresh for us to do. I think the reason he doesn't think of something else is that all these years of listening to himself teach has fried his imagination completely. God knows mine burns up more and more with every minute I sit at my desk in his class. What do I have to say about all this, you ask? FOUR MONTHS AND FOUR DAYS. Then I'll never have to deal with him and his stupid projects and his negative attitude ever again. I can't wait.