Yea I’m damn good
What a fucked up day man. I went for performance studies class today and I got ripped apart by the teacher. I don’t know what’s his problem because last week he says this, this week he says this, and like I’m supposed to be some fucking magician and pull it off effortlessly. He also makes drum noises with his mouth, and I’m supposed to know what the fuck is going on. Boop-da-boop-wtwetokwhntowerwe yea ok I think I get it now. The teacher is such a dumbfuck. If I’m so goddamn good I wouldn’t come to college smartass; I’d be out there sessioning with artists. The whole point of college is for me to learn. If I knew it then why should I bother coming to class then.
Not to mention he plays favorites too, which is obviously fucking unfair. There is this girl in class who never practices, and her piano solo for one of the songs was given to her by the teacher, while the rest of us had to struggle, and she’s proud of it too! She skips classes and he doesn’t care and when other students are late he’s all “Hey, why so late! Faster la!!” and all that bullshit. Big fucking deal so what if you were in the Alleycats. They suck and you suck, ‘nuf said.
