Dear Literacy Test,
The next time you force a bunch of teenagers into a room first thing in the morning, pile stress on them, and then force them to write for four hours on absolutely nothing with only a 15 minute break, please remember one important thing.
These teenagers are the ones that are going to be taking care of you when you are older, Mr. Test-makers. This of course is assuming that you aren't already 80 and miserable because you're going to be dying alone.
If we were illiterate, we wouldn't be in the academic strand, would we? If we gave a shit about canoes and freight trains, then we'd probably be in one of the focus programs--providing the Limestone District School Board--or any school board for that matter--had a focus program on how to staple birch bark together or how to squeeze people out of windows before things blow up.
Nino is a fucking n00b for not knowing the ink cartridge on his printer could be changed. It's 'SCSI port,' not 'SCI port,' you fucking asshat. 'Small Computer Serial Interface' motherfucker. Yes, you just got owned by a 16-year old lesbian, kthnxbai.
I have NO OPINION on whether or not junk food should be banned from secondary schools. That shit is for the PTA to handle, not me. Instead of writing about Bic Macs, why don't we write about, oh, I don't know, how mentally inept you are for making a bunch of Grade 10 academic students write about something none of them really give a crap about?
Newspaper articles are fine and dandy--I read them, you read them, your mom reads them, the list goes on. But why the fuck do we have to write about a bunch of kids cleaning up a lake? Is there a point? Is there some kind of moral lesson we can learn from writing a newspaper article about a bunch of snot-nosed brats? 'Oh, but Kat, it's good for the environment,' you say. 'Oh, but Literacy Test, writing about it only wastes precious paper, and surely we must think of our poor trees,' I reason.
So in conclusion, my little Ontario only friend, I only have to say one thing:
If I was illiterate, I would not be able write this entry in order to bitch at you. Funny ol' world, innit?