School Misery

Having my life dictated to me by my school district is infuriating. The less I have to go to school, the happier and mentally healthier I am. Going to a place where I am seen as nothing more than a cognitively impaired vegetable is totally depressing. I just don’t understand why they insist that I am totally a moron. If they would come here, they could talk to me and see that I am smart. But instead they force my mother to bring me there, where I spend my days doing infantile work.


You would think that they almost want me to be cognitively impaired. They refused to allow me to come here to be educated. There, I am doing only kindergarten level work, for example. But here I am doing eighth grade math. 

Basically, it seems to me that all they have to do is visit M2H and spend an hour watching me. The fact that they refuse to do so tells me that they do not care that I am suffering.