Everyone has heard this expression before. Let me tell you, truer words have never been spoken. You go preschool, and you get homework. You go to elementary school, and you get homework. You go to middle school, homework. Highschool, homework. College, HOMEWORK. Then the day comes when you graduate college and you’re on top of the world. NO MORE FUCKING HOMEWORK BABY LETS GO. Then life hits you in the fucking face. That bachelors degree you have? It’s shit, you need a masters. Now you need to study for the GREs, which is more homework. Even if you have a good degree, guess what you need? CERTIFICATIONS. More damn homework and studying, while you’re working a hard, full-time job. By the time you finish your masters degree, certifications, and what not, you’re most likely in your 30s, if you’re lucky and don’t end up going to rehab because you needed to drink away the pressure of all this fucking homework. But even after this homework is done, you know what time it is now? Time to have a couple rugrats. They’re cute and all for a few years until they enter the school system, and now they get homework. And guess what? You’ll need to help them with that fucking homework once again.
FUCK THE SYSTEM
FUCK THIS RAT RACE I’M FUCKING OUT
CATCH ME OPENING UP A GOD DAMN COFFEE SHOP IN HAWAII.