…and You Mayn’t Understand What You Hear
So I chaperoned today for my kids band because they were playing at his High Schools graduation, let me tell you I’m just frickin appalled that kids get certificates of completion, back in my day you graduated with a diploma or you didn’t get squat, and if you didn’t get squat that means you went out and got a GED. That cert is like telling kids, ahhh how sweet you showed up every once in awhile and may even have turned in some homework. Honey, that ain’t reality.
Do or do not there is no try.
So I’m sitting on the bus talking to one of the girls and some of the rowdy obviously lacking in common sense students who I had already reprimanded because they had been speaking over the bus driver and her directions and refused to wear their seatbelts (don’t even get me started on how lacking their parents must be if their children behave thusly in public) overheard me talking about how a good number of the HS kids I’ve run across were going to end up at McDonalds. OMG don’t even get me started and all the BS I heard for the next 5 minutes because they thought I was talking about them, one girls was like “ohhh really” and I tried to joke with them but they’ve all got chips on their shoulders because they’re of the mind that the world owes them, again I blame the parents. Never mind ya had to have been there, just let me say I really don’t want to chaperone again; yeah there were some nice kids but some were just ignorant. Of course the real smart ones would take those Micky D jobs and run with it and get a college education thanks to their hard work.
The world does not owe you s**t. If you want something go earn it with the sweat of your brow. My ancestors didn’t fight, die, immigrate, defend, and work their butts off for me to sit on mine and I doubt anybody elses did either.