Working hard or hardly working?

You know what shits me?  Other than school, holidays, call centers, television, social encounters, not enough updates, too many updates, mathematics, religion (ooh... yeah, take that bitches), hygiene, competition, birthdays and non-commenting readers (yes, all 5 of you)?

FUCKING WORK!

Seriously? Why didn't communism work?  Was it the lower class not being able to contribute? Was it the leaders not sharing the income to those that needed it most? Was it humans greed? Yeah, probably that last one...

I mean, I understand the appeal of capitalism.  Yay! I get to keep all the shit I want and slap people in the face with my solid gold gloves. But... really?  I know i'm young and lazy but the difference between me and you is that you will probably not be overly affected next time your boss asks you to compile a list of meanings derived from a shoe-horn in a book you really don't give a shit about, but thats what i have to deal with!


It all started in kindergarten, or whatever-the-fuck your country has decided to call the first year of education.  I worked hard.  I spelled my name right.  I told people to ssshhhhhhhh for talking.  I answered the questions.  What did I get as a reward? A FUCKING CARD. WITH LETTERS ON IT. It wasn't even colourful, it was just fucking blue.  And it said:

English:   A
Maths:    A
Art:         A
Music:     B


[Name here] is a wonderful student who exceeds expectations.  [Gender] works hard in class and this is reflected in the marks achieved.

Guess what? Every single card I got after that one said...
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wait for it...
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THE SAME SHIT SACK THING!!!!

Honest to god, my stories in year 1 were more creative than the piss poor reports I got.  This more or less continued on into high school, until year 9.  I gave up in year 9.  Probably had something to do with the fact that I GOT NOTHING TANGIBLE FOR BEING AWESOME AT REMEMBERING TRIVIAL AND ARBITRARY BULLSHIT TAUGHT BY CUM FOR BRAINS TEACHERS!

Maybe thats not fair... but as soon as my marks dropped, both literally and figuratively, I got the hardest kick in the arse you can imagine.  My loving father decided that in order to boost my marks that I needed more motivation.  My marks went up at the end of the year because he assured me that the beatings would stop.
In year 10, after (most of) the beatings stopped my marks started to slip again.  Really? What a surprise! No rewards again kinda hindered my work ethic.

Towards the end of year 10, when the School Certificate (the equivalent of any test that is compulsory before you can leave school so that you have the most remote chance of getting a job) rolls around I figure I should work.

One and a half years later I sit here with a laptop for good behaviour (doing my homework and slightly more than usual) and... um... a school certificate mark of about 80%.  See? I didn't get any rewards earlier on, and as a consequence I am god damned fucked sideways with a corkscrew for my Higher School Certificate... which is just the one which may give me a University application mark.

Woo... I can totally see why they want me to work hard now.  SO I CAN WORK HARD LATER!!

Work hard (at school) to work hard (at university) to work hard (in a job) to die early (of exhaustion).  Life really is funny like that isn't it?

[EDIT: Anyone who is actually keeping track if these posts, I didn't do valentines day because it is the most depressing day of the year and I was recovering from my annual suicide attempt]