#my teacher graduated in 2009 so really all i can think is that he was in high school during the early 2000s when the scene was in its prime

[diegoshargrieves]

so i was listening to my chem yesterday during my lunch period while i was hanging out in my mentor teacher's room and he came up behind me while i was refreshing their page on spotify and he asked me what i was doing and long story short i wound up very excitedly infodumping to him about the speculation surrounding mcr5 dropping on halloween complete with lore evidence and citations

fast forward to today and the first thing he asks me as soon as the classroom empties out is "so did my chemical romance ever drop their album yesterday?" and i was like "no they didn't actually" and he was like "yeah i know i researched it last night but i saw a lot of stuff about it so you probably do actually have something to look forward to"

my interests have officially breached containment because now my fucking teachers are keeping up with mcr news. how did we get to this place

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I find myself waxing poetic about that time and realizing that I never want to go back there either. It was a terrible time! I always tell everyone that I know (and I guess myself as well), that I BARELY graduated from Oneonta state. But it’s true. I did barely graduate. My biggest complaint that semester was the new rule for the psychology on campus. Oneonta students that fall were only allowed three visitations to the counselor on campus. So to me, it was no wonder and no big surprise at all to me when one student felt the need to blast his own negativity on social media instead of just thinking his own thoughts and heading into the guidance counselor’s office with them. Why feel the need to ruin everyone’s final moments of college will never be understood by a person such as myself. But it did feel familiar to me in my schooling career to have such a dramatic end to my schooling. My senior year of high school felt like a moment of time of utter dread in the fall semester when we seniors were being blamed for the previous spring semester’s school prank! Oh yes, we juniors woke up to our last day of junior year of high school to it being canceled and closed with a bunch of idiot seniors deciding to vandalize the buses with a tire iron. I was gifted a cell phone that Christmas so my best friend at the time Rachel Tallman had waited for a public school bus for three and a half hours and called me to rage at ME about it. She had no idea that Colonie Central High School had shut down. Fast forward twenty years and I was unsurprised at that Oneonta sophomore’s public Facebook post. My graduating class of June 2009 CCHS high school graduates would have nodded and smiled and taken it on the chin and just told my professors: “get used to the drama that will follow you around through your working career until you retire because we CCHS students know what it feels like to be blamed for something that has nothing to do whatsoever with your character.” All I can really remember of that time in 2015 was being mostly glad my college career was over. I walked and walked into my future. In the ten years since I’ve been out of school permanently my life is so much more peaceful. It’s full of friendship, good music, family, and most lovingly of all, great pets to keep me company. If you ask me about school, I honestly don’t miss it. Public schooling is in total crisis and free fall right now and it’s not the student’s faults. It’s the administrators fault, who put sports over academics. It’s the incoming administration Presidentially speaking’s fault who think that “arming teachers with guns” is better than paying them a living wage. My favorite professor from Oneonta state was on fucking food stamps, and is the funniest man I know in upstate New York, yet it should not be a thing at all for teachers to have to be on food stamps because they can’t pay their bills. And they don’t teach history like they used to anymore, public school teachers are completely glossing over subjects like World War One, and Jim Crow Laws in the South and the Midwest and stories such as “Lovecraft Country” which celebrate “black love”, and in which I cheer that on and celebrate and clap because “black love” is beautiful to me, but I also can not ignore the simple fact that the black girls of my high school also had a terrible time, as terrible of a time as I did. I’m angry I had to learn about things as an adult when I should have been taught them in history class. I’m angry at Disney for sugar coating mass murder, like anyone really believed for a second that the Romanov family had a chance at escaping death? At how my favorite Disney story, “Aladdin” was completely made up by a kidnapped Indian woman who looked at her captor and told him that story so that he would not kill her in her tent every night? And what about the criminal teacher who taught music class, band class who stole all of one teacher’s guitar equipment? These things need to be fixed, not done away with. I don’t miss school because the drama surrounded me wherever I went.