Nov 02, 2009 Ami Olson Uncategorized
West Genesee seventh-graders in Diane Stukey’s class recently had the opportunity to put their own spin on the quote, “We’re all mad here,” from Lewis Carroll’s classic “Alice in Wonderland.”
Each student was charged with sharing their wit and wisdom by telling what makes them mad.
Here are the students’ struggles:
I hate when teachers give us heavy textbooks.
I get so mad when people throw up next to me on the school bus.
It really bothers me that kids don’t do their homework; that’s what the morning bus ride is for.
I get mad when my dad wakes me up on the weekends to ask me what I want for breakfast.
It’s disgusting when my dad stirs his rice and applesauce together.
I get mad when my brother licks his fingers after he’s done eating.
I get so mad when I squirt the ketchup bottle and a bunch of water comes out.
I get red hot mad when I get a big homework assignment.
I get so mad when my cat leaves a present on the front porch.
I get so mad when my mom sleeps on the couch and snores and I’m trying to watch TV.
I get really annoyed when my dad sings and I’m not in a good mood.
It is so disgusting when my little brother chews with his mouth open. But if I tell him to stop, my mom yells at me to mind my own business. Then she yells at him!
I hate when my dad dips his chocolate chip cookies in the spaghetti sauce.
I hate it when I drink Coca-Cola right after I drink chocolate milk.
It’s annoying and smelly that my brother puts meat marinade on everything!
I really don’t like it when I get to class and my desk seat is warm.
I get so annoyed when I have to listen to a flushing toilet when I’m in my room.
I get mad if my niece touches my stuff, and I get mad if I get in trouble my niece touched.
It just drives me crazy when my sister hits me for no good reason.
I go nuts when a teacher makes me write complete sentences.
I could scream when my mom makes ham and I suggested tacos.
It bugs me when my mom makes me eat a banana.
When I do the dishes, I get so grossed out when there is food on the plate and I can’t recognize it.
It drives me crazy when hot dogs explode in the microwave.
I hate it so much when I order the largest order of fries and I only get like 2 fries!
I hate it when my sister can eat ice cream for breakfast and if I do, my mom yells at me.
I’m not very happy when my mom accidentally puts my sister’s underwear in my boxer drawer!
I get so angry when the lunch lady gives me the wrong food.
It bugs me that when a teacher is in a bad mood, everybody’s in a bad mood.
Man, do I hate it when I tell my little sister not to touch something and I come back, and it’s broken.
I hate it when I get sent to week while my sister goes to her friend’s house for hours.
I hate it when we have the same meat for dinner for the third time.
I get extremely angry when we have homework in every subject.
I get mad when a boy who always sits near me breaks my pencils.
It ticks me off when my older brother says he hangs out with celebrities.
It makes me mad that when a teacher is running late, she doesn’t need a pass.
I get really mad when my sister sits in the front seat of the car.
I get mad when I really do forget my assignment.
It’s not fair that my brother doesn’t need to finish his dinner.
I hate it when I go to a family party to stay up all night, and my grandma sends me to bed.
I get mad when my sister chases me down with her perfume.
I get mad when I’m angry and everybody else in my house is happy.
I hate it when my mom won’t let me have soda every day.
I get furious when I have to eat chicken.
It bugs me when a teacher spells something wrong.
It makes me mad when my little brother doesn’t have to eat everything before he can leave the table. Yet, when we were growing up, we did.
I hate it when I have too much in my hands and something in my locker falls out.
I get really annoyed when my younger brother goes on and on about something nobody cares about.
I hate it when we go to a restaurant to get the special and it’s sold out!
I get really mad when my mom makes something that she likes and the rest of the family has to eat anyway.
It gets me mad that I have to eat Grandma’s homemade soup. I don’t know what’s in it.
It makes me really mad when my older brother takes my money.
I hate it when I drop my food because my plate is too heavy.
I hate it when my mom cooks her “surprises.” I’d rather call them her “mistakes.”
I hate it when a teacher talks about things we already know. All I hear is bla bla bla bla bla.
I get really annoyed when it’s leftover night and the rice is in chunks.
I’m annoyed when my dad blurts random things about me in public.
I hate when my cousin comes to eat because he eats ALL OUR FOOD.
I hate it when my aunt bites on her fork.
I hate it when teachers can yell at us and we can’t yell back.
I hate it when my friends are taller than me.
When my brother says, “You think you’re big but you’re not!” It bugs me.
I hate it when our mild freezes.
I hate it when my dog lies on my legs in bed and I can’t shift positions.
I hate it when my aunt looks over my head when she’s talking to me. I always think that something is wrong with my hair.
I’m so annoyed when my mom steals the computer for five hours straight.
I don’t like it when teachers tell you, “You need to improve.”
I hate it when my speedy, rat-like dog gets out front, and I have to chase him.
It drives me crazy when teachers assign essays on the first week of school.
I hate it when my parents constantly ask “who are you texting?” and “what Web site are you on?”
I hate it when my sister tells me to be more like her.
I hate it when teachers talk too much.
I hate it when my dad screams and yells when he’s watching football on the TV.
Oh, it makes me mad when my mom asks me to help her text.
I hate it when my brother is drinking out of the milk carton and then asks me if I want some.
I hate it when my sister tries to make fun of me. She’s really terrible at it.
I really don’t like it when my mom buys whole wheat foods.
I hated it when one time my friend brought dog food to school and told everyone it was Cocoa Puffs.
One of my friends annoys me because she will close my locker and then laugh.
Every day my locker will not open until the 4th try. I have 9 classes so that means that I have to try to open my locker 36 times and only 4 out of those 36 times will it open.
It really makes me angry when my brother changes the channel when I was there first.
It makes me go insane when there’s a dance on the weekend and teachers give us homework,
It ticks me off because all of the sixth graders on my bus are REALLY LOUD.
I get so mad because it seems that I can’t eat without spilling!
The bus hybrids are too loud for six o’clock in the morning. It makes me mad.
It really makes me mad when every day my mom yells, “The bus is here!” and I know the bus is here.
What really makes me mad is when I order something really good at a restaurant and I end up sharing it with everyone.
It makes me really mad when someone who has a locker next to me opens it really wide and I can’t get to mine.
I get mad when my friends get mad.
I hate it when I get a milkshake. I try to get the stuff out through the straw but then I get lightheaded. I keep trying but then my mouth hurts and I still haven’t tasted my shake.
It makes me so mad when mom tells me to hurry up because I’m going to miss the bus but then I’m out there for 20 minutes in the cold.
It really makes me mad when I tell my sister to “Get lost, brat” and she’s still there.
It makes me angry when my parents ask me if I’m mad and I’m not.
It drives me crazy when my locker won’t open but when the teacher tries it, it opens on the first try.
It really bugs me that the stupid microphones at Dunkin’ Donuts drive through don’t ever work!
I hate how my favorite foods cost so much.
I hate it when you go through the drive through and you don’t get what you ordered and your parents say, “Oh, well.”
I get mad when I have to get up and it’s still dark out.
I hate it when my brothers use my cologne when they have their own.
It really makes me mad when my dad eats cereal because he makes these annoying sounds.
I can’t stand it when I drip syrup on me.
It drives me crazy when the school bus driver tells us to sit down and we are sitting down.
My little niece makes me mad when she spills her cereal on the floor.
I get so mad when my Great Grandmother tries to give me a kiss but ends up almost sucking my whole cheek off.
It annoys me when my cat opens the bathroom door while I’m in there.
I become hostile when my brother burns my grilled cheese.
I hate it when I get up to get a drink and my dog is eating my food!
I hate it when I have to pause and think about how long my mom cooked when I’d rather just say, “WHAT IS THAT?”
I hate it when different foods touch each other on the same plate.
I hate it when I don’t have enough money to get the JUMBO shake.
It really makes me crazy when my Grandpa dances at my games.
It bothers me when my dog comes to lie down with me in bed but starts itching, scratching, licking, making a bunch of odd noises, and shaking the whole bed.
It makes me crazy when my sister sings LOUD.
It bothers me that when I finish dinner and there’s food under my chair and I get blamed for it.
I hate when the person at the drive through forgets the napkins.
I get very cranky when my dog barks ar 2 in the morning for no reason.
I hate it when I get a kid mad who is a foot taller than me.
I hate it when people gargle their milk!
It bugs me when I get called on and I’m not paying attention.
I hate it when my brother yells at me when I take too long in the shower.
It bothers me when I’m ready to go to bed and I find my dog already sleeping and there’s no room for me.
I hate it when my aunt tries to wipe my freckles off because she thinks it’s leftover food.
I’m mad when I toast a great bagel and we’re out of cream cheese.
It annoys me when my brother takes my stuff and hides it.
In school, the thing that gets me mad is when I get stuck and can’t find the answer.
It bothers me when someone says something I can’t hear and then they won’t repeat it.
It really makes me mad when I order a medium ice cream cone and it looks like a small.
It makes me mad if I leave my lunch unattended with hungry friends around.
It bothers me when I am having a great dream and my mom wakes me up for school!
I get cranky when someone has more than 2 serving of beans at once.