Drama, drama everywhere. A school flooded with teenagers packed to their brims with hormones and smart phones, a lethal combination. She said X so I will tweet Y to get him to say Z is the only algebraical topics being discussed. I was fooled, my first impressions of familiarity transformed into feeling like an …show more content…
Oh and Sir, will you please take another ticket and go to the back of the line. This mind-numbing situation is an exact representation of the individuals who congregated the office staff of Northgate and their attitudes. However the office staff is not alone in their inadequacy to do their jobs. It seems as if every teacher with the exception of a select few learned to teach at a daycare center. “Open your books to page 269 and read the following chapter, do not talk or you will be penalized, the test is Tuesday.” A typical opening statement at the beginning of class a teacher would say before sitting down and playing on the computer till the bell rings. As I sat in awe of the lack of communication or effort given by the teachers it become immediately apparent that I have just entered a four-year daycare center run by an angry, depressed group of anti-social drones armed with text books and pink pieces of …show more content…
With my report cards getting thrown in the garbage unopened already knowing the disappointment awaiting inside and my dissatisfaction with the people I was forced to associate with, I left. Accompanied with a home-life that was deteriorating it seemed as the only option. As I continue to reflect upon my experiences with this school I become angry. My blood boils and I begin hammering my keyboard without mercy. I was not a victim to anybody or any entity yet I feel as if I was given a disservice, my attitude since leaving Northgate is and will always remain the following, I want absolutely nothing to do with Northgate high