My film class,
Is my favorite class
and the class I hate the most,
I love film,
I have a passion for this art,
this medium,
this class is my soul and bodies passion,
and like a job,
like my job,
it fits me,
but like all jobs,
there's things that just ******* ****
and it's not over the normal things,
like time and money,
its the people you work with,
or in my case,
my class,
and they are all *****
when someone makes it their point,
to upset you and hurt you everyday,
because finally you are good at something,
when you **** at science,
and allowed your math skills to fall behind,
your life is filled with lies and you find,
a reason to live,
worth all your effort and time
but the same people calling you stupid and dumb and a **** up,
in math and science,
are in this film class,
forced to take a smile,
and sarcastically say,
"good job,"
when your film gets played in class,
and even when you ask,
no one give you advice like you give when asked,
and every frame seen on the projected screen,
gives me anxiety,
and the rude, unhelpful reminders from my bullies,
don't ******* help me,
when I want to run out of my favorite class daily,
and scream in all their faces,
**** OFF"
"for once..."
but I don't
I sit,
I bit skin off skinless lips,
hold back tears,
the urge to leave,
take all my insults
that are directed at me,
with a head tilted down fake half smile,
when they should be directed to my film,
but everyday, I do get to say;
**** you,
because this year,
I make it to all my classes,
even the next one,
history.
period 11/12
with my dignity
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
My film class,
Is my favorite class
and the class I hate the most,
I love film,
I have a passion for this art,
this medium,
this class is my soul and bodies passion,
and like a job,
like my job,
it fits me,
but like all jobs,
there's things that just ******* ****
and it's not over the normal things,
like time and money,
its the people you work with,
or in my case,
my class,
and they are all *****
when someone makes it their point,
to upset you and hurt you everyday,
because finally you are good at something,
when you **** at science,
and allowed your math skills to fall behind,
your life is filled with lies and you find,
a reason to live,
worth all your effort and time
but the same people calling you stupid and dumb and a **** up,
in math and science,
are in this film class,
forced to take a smile,
and sarcastically say,
"good job,"
when your film gets played in class,
and even when you ask,
no one give you advice like you give when asked,
and every frame seen on the projected screen,
gives me anxiety,
and the rude, unhelpful reminders from my bullies,
don't ******* help me,
when I want to run out of my favorite class daily,
and scream in all their faces,
**** OFF"
"for once..."
but I don't
I sit,
I bit skin off skinless lips,
hold back tears,
the urge to leave,
take all my insults
that are directed at me,
with a head tilted down fake half smile,
when they should be directed to my film,
but everyday, I do get to say;
**** you,
because this year,
I make it to all my classes,
even the next one,
history.
period 11/12
with my dignity
