Subject: "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington"
From: Truwe Family--Now With Baking Soda <email@example.com>
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This is just a long story about why I hate teenagers. You don't have to
My A.P. Government class is required of all the "gifted" students. It's
only offered as an Early Bird class, 7:15-8:35. The teacher is a nice
guy but a bad teacher. He'll ramble on for two weeks about nothing in
particular, demand we all bring in magazine articles and never ask for
them, then all of a sudden we get a two-page list of subjects and
vocabulary words for a test on Wednesday.
Well, luckily, it's a semester class. Since we've a block schedule at
South Medford High School that means we meet four more times before
we're outta here. Teacher (first name: Jim) announces we're going to
watch a movie. "Great," I think. "A movie. How about a bunch of
PACIFIERS AND SLEEPING PILLS, JIM?" But he goes on to warn the class
that it's a "really old movie." Turns out it's "Mr. Smith Goes to
I'm happy. Usually, when we see a movie, it's some Disney piece of crap
that not only doesn't teach us anything but also puts me to sleep.
So the next time we meet, we watch the movie. Before he puts the tape
in, however, he has to EXPLAIN how to WATCH A MOVIE. Ay! "Now, some of
the lines may not seem to be important yet...you have to remember them,
they may be important later."
Ok. So I figure Jim's just underestimating us again. Fine. We see the
first 75 minutes, then he stops the tape and asks how we like it. My
"peers" start whining that they can't understand it, that too much is
happening, that there are too many characters. I am mortified and the
The next time we meet, we watch the end. At the conclusion, as
Jefferson Smith filibusters his Junior Rangers heart out because he
believes in America, the class is snickering. When he passes out from
exhaustion, they laugh. They LAUGH! They're unmoved when Sen. Payne
breaks down and admits Smith is right and that he is corrupt. Then,
after the credits, they spend the last 10 minutes of class loudly asking
each other "What the HELL was that about, anyway?" "Huh, I dunno."
I HATE these people. These are the HONORS STUDENTS.
Oh, well. Only two more days of this class. Still enough time for him
to give us a test.