Nice Guys Always…

July 28, 2006

Most listened: Jamiroquai Live in Verona

Current longing: No more work!

I’ve had this idea in my head for over a year now about how nice guys always finish last. You see I am a ‘nice guy’ and I always seem to finish last. Lemme explain my story, it may be a long one:

I’m a year 12 student at the new Trinity College campus; Trinity College Senior. I haven’t always been at Trinity, my first year at Trinity was in grade 7 at the Blakeview campus. Before then I spent my junior years at Craigmore South Primary school. A great school indeed. It was great because it wisely used most what little it had.

I think that many students here aren’t very fortunate of what they have. To a degree neither am I but in comparison I am very fortunate for it. I have always been a hardworker and I always work hard for whatever I get. I think that Craigmore South built me up for that, well the early years.

I remember when I was in year 7 my first year at Blakeview, Chris(my twin brother) was one of the smartest in the grade. I was fairly average, I always tried really hard to get my average scores. What stands out now is how hard people use to work, how important they thought their education was. Many of them worked harder then than they do now.

Every lesson that I go to is filled with people not working hard, they just don’t want to do work so they don’t do it. Every fucking lesson I go to I cannot work and keep up with my heavy work load because other people choose not to work. I believe that I have worked very hard to get where I am now. I think of how lucky I am to be at such a prestigious school.

As I said I try very hard at my work, I usually work during the start of the day with the 15 minutes that I get, during recess and lunch time and again for homework. A constant blaze of attempted hard work. This is the only way that I can seem to keep up.

So what about these other smoes that talk during every lesson and don’t do any work. Well you know what? They are the ones that ’succeed’ . They are the ones that go well in tests of which they are unfamiliar with what its all about. They are the ‘bless-ed’ ones that can just pick something up and know all about it in no time. I guess that makes me one of the unlucky ones. Doesn’t it?

Well I’ll tell you what? I am fucking sick of working so damn fucking hard and getting no where. I am at the bottom of the hole and can’t stand it. I can feel it in my tense skin. And I just want to let someone who is ‘lucky’ know how it feels to work so damn hard and yet get nowhere.

Thats the thing that absolutely tears me apart, some idiot knob that wouldn’t put it an ouncling of effort that I continue to put into everything that I do is on the path to getting a TER score(overall rank) higher than myself. And it isn’t fair whatsoever. It just rips me apart and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with it before I blow my roof.

I really do hate it beyond description. Seeya later.

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