Man I’m actually incredibly pissed right now. You are, without a doubt, the single biggest prick I have ever met in my life. I don’t know where to start - you epitomise the revolting academic culture my school has been cursed with since the beginning of time. I swear, there has not been one conversation that you’ve had with ANYBODY that doesn’t contain the words “SAC”, “study”, “homework”, “Uni-bio”, “ATAR”, “VCE”, “revision”, “practice essay”, “universities”, “dad’s a lawyer”, “mum’s a doctor” or any other school/family-related lexicon that I may have missed out. And your voice - jesus don’t get me started. I have absolutely no idea how it penetrates even the loudest clamour of noise. It just rings in the air like a demented bell. And I know it’s your voice because it has this deep, nasal quality to it. And how something can be deep and nasal at the same time I can’t even fathom. Apparently, you said that I am “an arrogant bastard who talks about nothing besides studies and piano.” Honestly, that’s even more ridiculous than me giving birth. It’s hypocrisy at its best, and the irony baffles me.  What have I ever done to you in my entire life to deserve such a gratuitous accusation?  You ought to take a good hard look at yourself and examine why you’re so disliked by everyone else. Maybe it’s because you always brag about “studying 4 hours a day on weekdays and 7 hours on the weekend.” Or maybe it’s because you always put on this annoying indian accent just so you can sound more ‘intellectual.’ I ponder the sorry state which this society has evolved to: since WHEN has the amount of time spent studying or the amount of practice essays written become something to brag about? It’s so repulsive that it makes me sick. YOU are the reason why this school’s so revered for the wrong reasons. YOU are the reason why Further classes and library periods have become a daily torture. YOU are the reason why I’ve stopped getting off at East Richmond in the morning but go through the bother of changing trains just so I can avoid sharing a lovely walk to school with you. YOU are the reason why Year 12 life at MHS is excruciating. How was I stupid enough to give you my number before I even knew you? I swear if you ever call me I will defenestrate myself. Honestly, no one cares about your academic pursuits because we have enough to worry about this year as it is, and the reason why I don’t tell you off is because I’m not that sort of person. Sigh, I won’t say I hate you, but if your hair was on fire and I had a glass of water, I’d drink it. 

Wow that was quite a lot of angst. I apologise as I’m not usually like this, but today was simply unbearable.