Passing Period (Lots of Language - Beware)

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So, you know how schools have passing period, where you have time to walk to your next class, right? Right. So here's something that really gets on my nerves:

At my school, the passing period is TWO. FUCKING. MINUTES. LONG.

Sorry, but shit doesn't work like that. Two damn minutes of passing period means two damn minutes to go to the bathroom. At least for me it does. See, there's these certain situations that I am put in almost every day. So, I have to stay hydrated, right? That means drinking lots of water. Drinking lots of water means having to go to the bathroom a lot, yes? And having to go to the bathroom a lot means needing more than two measly little fucking minutes!!!! And might I mention for ladies, at certain times, it takes a bit more time. For reasons I will not expand on.

Another factor to take into consideration is the fact that I don't naturally look presentable. I need bathroom time to fix my hair and makeup. So fixing my hair and makeup takes three minutes minimum. And say that I have to fix my looks and fucking go to the bathroom? That is at least five minutes, tops. 

There is another factor to take into consideration. Actually getting to class. So we already have five minutes on the clock, right? Let's incorporate a bit of math. Some of my classes are on the other friggin' side of the damn campus. To get to the other side of the school, it takes five minutes if you sprint. That adds five minutes to the five we already have. That makes ten. Ten minutes. 

But wait, there's more! Some people decide to take their sweet time and stop to fucking have a nice, leisurely conversation with you. Are. You. SHITTING me?! I don't have time for that! I have two minutes to get to class and it's already taking me ten? No thank you, (un)kind sir. (Or ma'am, whatever) So let's say it adds thirty seconds to your trip. Ten minutes and thirty seconds.

I'm sorry, I must've heard you wrong. How many did they give us? Two? And it takes us how long total? Ten and a half? Fuck that. I'm sorry for the language, but I am 18479857840973% done with that shit. So that makes you eight and a half minutes late because the school can't fucking manage their damn time properly and you want to get me in trouble for being late? Nope. Nopenopenopenopenopenope. 

Maybe I should write a petition.

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Sorry for the cussing, people, but I am passionate about this. I absolutely refuse going to class looking like crap, so I'm gonna take some time to freshen up.





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