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[htotheh]

Quite frankly, Ms. Nelson, I don't give a rat's ass about tragedy of the commons. I don't care how my lifestyle contributes to the gradual death of the world. I know this is a horrible thing to say, but you're not doing a very good job of making me care. You let us watch The Lorax, fine. But then you assign us busywork, and expect us to write an essay about a subject that you have talked about not at all. I don't really mind the latter; essay, whatever, par for the course. But the former pisses me off. This is supposed to be an AP course. That usually means that the teacher actually teaches. I don't know what exactly you could do to make this tripe more palatable, but there's got to be something. I'm doing my homework by reading the question, looking the italicized terms up in the glossary, and making things up. I'm not entirely sure why I bothered to even skim the chapter, because there was no point. I'm spending forty-five minutes on regurgitation. This does not make me happy. I'm sure you are a very nice person, but as my Environmental Science teacher, you stink.

This rant brought to you by the number six. As in, hours of sleep. Carpool sucks.

The rest of school hasn't been that bad. I feel obliged to say that. Some of my teachers are, in fact, very cool, and I even had a good time in Environmental today. It's just when I look at the questions that she wants us to answer for homework that I start feeling mutinous.

I want to start learning Latin.