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Tuesday, August 17   >>

STANDING FUCKING OVATION, BRO



This, my friends, is why I didn't give two flaming shits about my grades in junior high nor high school.

All throughout my grade school years, I was surrounded by friends who were brilliant test-takers and, frankly, "The AP Crowd." It was always weird when report cards were handed out because I was the only one with awful grades.

And I'm not talking about "Oh, he's dim" grades. I'm talking, "Holy shit, that retard might not graduate" grades.

It wasn't that I wasn't smart. Hell, I know I'm smart. I don't care how shallow or vapid this makes me look, but I GENUINELY know I'm smart.

It's just that, really, I kind of knew the whole thing was a sham. Very, very early on.

Today, I see "The AP Crowd" through the peeping-tom channel that is Facebook and I see mundane lives settling into banal mediocrity. I see once-nerds so desperately try to cling on to whatever youth is left from having wasted it on studying empty subjects that really have no service or purpose in their lives or spiritual growth. And for what? For a big fucking congratulation? Doesn't anyone recognize graduation parties eventually end?

I may have gotten shitty grades, but I was always playing the piano, learning about something cool on the internet, or discovering new forms of art.

The only difference in college was that I got to pick every single class I ever wanted. I excelled only because everything in college interested me, and became the foundation to everything I am in an academic respect today.

I may not have medals, accolades, or other stupid shit to hang on my wall. What I do have are songs, ridiculously expensive and fun marketing strategies, and the ability to go to bed every night knowing that I put everything I could into making this a great day for me and hopefully providing something to make it a great day for somebody else.

I hope to god my kids get bad grades. Honor Roll? Fuck you. Playing the theme to M*A*S*H backwards on guitar with a blindfold? We have a real winner, folks. A real fucking winner. I want my kids to have a weird dad. A weird dad who cares that they live really meaningful lives, and not through the veil of true ignorance dictated by itineraries or syllabuses.