I have a rather cringe worthy story;
Validity; The Space Otters of Validity and my word alone.
Back when I was in High School, I took a public speaking class because I suck at public speaking. The class with fun, the theater likable and a friend, but the students were god awful human beings despite their friendliness. Their ignorance of history was so outstanding, one didn't even know whom Winston Churchill was and it terrifies me to this day.
So onward to a class project and we had to get into group to present a informative project. I really wanted to do mine alone, but Teacher said Nay and I was kind of shoved into a group of 4/10 girls whom were smarter then me by comparison and were generally competent and friendly. As soon I got into the group. . .erm. . . .
In order to explain this person, we will call her Bertha.
So Bertha being the edgy teen loner was also shoved into our little group and depending on whom you asked was either a 8/10 or a -5/10. Thin but grotesque to be around or look at.
So we got down on trying to figure out what the fuck we were going to do, and we had various topics we wanted to discuss. I wanted to do something history related, some wanted to do politics, and some mentions of some other deeper or basic topics were brought up.
Bertha wanted to do Justin Bieber.
Bertha LOVED Justin. She made sure we knew it by trying to 'reason' with us by making rather comical trade offs, like doing Justin Bieber's history. I was internally God dammit-ing and we tried to ignore her. Her banshee wails however made sure we heard her side loud and clear.
So yeah, we didn't do Justin Bieber. We did magic shit. Like stage magic and the stuff that goes around it, and I was charged with it's founding and unique characters.
Bertha on the other hand tried to convince us to do Justin Bieber does magic.
Lovely. It took out teacher after a while to convince her to go along with our project which she very reluctantly agreed to.
You see, Bertha was the symbol of all that I perceived wrong in my school. While we did work and shared shit, she was quite busy doing her time looking up funny pictures or looking at music. Looking at music. Make sure that sinks in folks, because she had no headphones but was incredibly busy on out school's computer doing music stuffs.
Now of course, we warned her. . .numberless. . .times to either get to work or get #rekt, but it took our teacher some time to notice she was set in stone and rather upset constantly. It was agreed upon secretly that we had to do her shit for her and the teacher would count her grade separate as a trade. It was sort of reasonable I guess.
Now you see, the day we wanted to present and get our shit out of the way was rather. . .delayed. By delayed I mean bullshit-ed to the back of the schedule because of Bertha. You see, Bertha came into class red faced and had tears running down her cheeks and made short discussion with the teacher. Why was she crying? Someone died? Hell naw, you assume to much you ninny. Her dad didn't give her a brand new phone and instead gave it to a girlfriend.
You still itch from that.
of course, Bertha being Bertha wanted to make sure we failed as unintentionally as possible and she fumbled every part of her speech. Thank the lord our grades were counted separate from her's cause even if we got 500% of a grade we would have failed if her 'grade' below the ocean's surface would have brought it failure unlimited.
Now my story doesn't end there of course. You see, me and one of my partners got into a rather interesting discussion. Me and her went to different churches and youth groups and we discussed our faith and our beliefs rather openly and maturely. Now of course, Bertha being near by had so happened to hear me say "I got to church" and decided it was her time to shine like a ripe potato.
"You go to church!?!" Bertha shouted. I don't mean she said, I mean she shouted. She was flabbergasted a man like myself goes to church. Whom would of thunk it.
I got into a discussion with Bertha of course. I told her "Yes, I got to church."
Now Bertha was really confused and asked "Why? Church is boring"
Now you see, being a christian you the reader should understand of course why any Christian goes to church, because it's for spiritual reasons. I opened up with a sentence like this "I go to church not because it is fun. It is much like going to work---"
Bertha: "I don't have to go to work."
Now you may be confused fellow reader, and like you I asked "Bertha, why do you think you don't have to go to work? You have to pay bills."
Then Bertha of course said this little line "My dad is going to give me his hotel company."
I snapped. I internally wanted to kick her into Ohio where the heathens would tear her apart limb from limb and got into a rather fierce discussion and was rampaging to the point my teacher told me to calm my tits.
Thus ends my tale.