Memories of Marquette High School

I Would Have Killed Everyone with My Insanity, If Only God Blessed Me with 3 Notches More

THE BROCHURE FOR THIS PLACE IS A COMPLETE LAUGH-RIOT JOKE, CONSIDERING YOU WORK THERE SOME WHERE IN THE HIGHER OFFICES, AND DON’T ACTUALLY PAY THE GOD-AWFUL, SUGAR-HEAVY TUITION TO ATTEND. Yes, of course it ‘s a Catholic school, but the apple doesn’t fall far from a Nazi enforced, business scam, working well with the way of the times, and striding forward on the heart and good name of traditional moral white humanity. I’ve been there. I’ve seen it, but if only I had the money and last name to enjoy the ride.

The teachers weren’t benefiting from the 3,000 dollars per student. They were under paid for their labor at an extensive preschool-like day-care on a high school level, and they made that known the whole ride through. It was more like, one day, two men got together and spotted a respectable school, a business man and a hungry priest, and said, “Alright, how do we do this?” This is where all the rich kids went and there daddies rubbed elbows with the superintendent. Take care of my boys and I’ll make sure they take care of you come football season. It was enough to make you rip your own eyes out and puke blood all over the floor, not only to blind yourself and drown out the sounds of repetitive Brittany Spears, football, religion and V8 engine backwash, but simply to see if anyone would notice, over all the talk, such a terrible scene in the back left corner of the classroom .

We were all doomed to be clean cut, tightly tucked in with khakis and collars. The school was very anal about this. It’s not only RAPE to force a teenager to wear faceless combinations of clothing, but my word, it’s just plain rude. It felt very immature on their part. You’d think that the whole world had changed since 1951, but not Marquette; they never grew up. The only difference now is that they’re not allowed to hit you, which works both ways I think.