I Hope I Get It (School Edition)

[ZACH]

...Again!

A A B C D C...Again!

A A B C D C...Again!

A A B C D C...Right!

That connects with...

B B C D A E 

A A B C D C

Got it?... Going on.

True true false true false false either false false false 

Right! AND that's the whole combination,

Are you ready for the written portion?

From the top. Get your pencils out!

[ALL]

God, I hope I get it.

I hope I get it.

How many answers do I need?

[BOYS]

How many answers do I need?

[GIRLS]

God, I hope I get it.

[ALL]

I hope I get it.

How many As, how many Bs?

[GIRLS]

How many Cs, how many...?

[ALL]

Look at all the questions!

At all the questions.

How many answers do I need?

How many As, how many Bs?

How many answers do I..?

[TRICIA]

I really need the grade.

Please God, I need the grade.

I've got to get the grade.

[ALL]

God, I really blew it!

I really blew it!

How could I write a thing like that?

[BOYS]

How could I write a thing like...

[ALL]

Now I'll never make it!

I'll never make it!

He doesn't like the way I write.

He doesn't like how I explain .

He doesn't like the way I...

[ALL]

GOD, I think I've got it.

I think I've got it.

I knew he liked mine all the time.

Still it isn't over.

[MAGGIE]

What's coming next?

[ALL]

It isn't over.

[MIKE]

What happens now?

[ALL]

I can't imagine what he wants.

[GIRLS]

I can't imagine what he...

[ALL]

God, I hope I get it!

I hope I get it.

But even studying so long,

I could be right, I could be wrong.

How many answers do I...?

I really need the grade.

[A FEW VOICES]

My hope for college is gone.

[ALL]

Please, God, I need the grade.

[A FEW VOICES]

I knew I had it from the start.

[ALL]

I've got to ace this test.

[PAUL]

Who am I anyway?

Am I my GPA?

That is a number, not a person that I know.

What does he want from me?

What should I try to be?

So many faces all around, and here we go.

I need the grade, oh God, I need this test.

Forget About the Grades Lyrics

MILLIE:
No canary in a cage for me

This canary's ready to fly free

Cut the cord

Are those the marks I once adored?

They're more useless than an albatross

No great loss

Doublecrosser.

Forget about the grades.

Pull the plug

'Cause all they do is pull the rug

They're lower than an alley cat

Dirty rat

But I flatter

Forget about the grades

Forget about the grades

Forget about the grades

And in the moonlight
Don't you think about them

I know you're much better off without them.

You can blow the blues a kiss goodbye

And put the sun back in the sky

For when school comes crawlin'

I'm not fallin'

Shout hooray and halleluh!

Now me and all these tests are through

Grades don't prove anything,

Just some things like endurance.

Forget about the grades

Forget about the grades

Forget about -

This new C. These new Cs.

STUDENT #1:

Straight As

STUDENT #2:

Straight Bs

STUDENT #3:

Failing

STUDENT #4:

Passing

STUDENT #5:

Weighted

STUDENT #6:

Unweighted

STUDENT #7:

Mixed grades

STUDENT #8:

Killed for a B

STUDENT #9:

Praying for a B

STUDENT #10:

Just want to pass

MISS FLANNERY:

3.85 (three point eight five), all four years

MILLIE:
New Cs, oh new Cs. 
These silly grades.
On my heart they abrade.

MISS FLANNERY and ALL STUDENTS:

Cut the cord

Are those the marks I once adored?

They're more useless than an albatross

No great loss

Doublecrosser.

Forget about the grades.

Pull the plug

'Cause all they do is pull the rug

They're lower than an alley cat

Dirty rat

But I flatter

Forget about the grades

Forget about the grades

Forget about the grades

Rolling Boy

Lonely boy, he lives within his head.
It's filled with dreams that can't be fed.
So much noise swarms around inside his mind.
Can't you see all the pain?
Can't you see all the pain?

"Nothing's wrong" he says so easily,
But those words are just dust in the breeze.
Stubbornly, he so insists
That he is fine, but he will still fall from the hill.
Because life made him spin.

One more time, one more time
I will keep on rolling because that's all I know.
And so he said, so he said
Hiding all the meanings, though it's a futile effort.
One more time?
Not much more.
I would keep going, but there's no end in sight.
I might as well stop my own breath
Right now.

Rolling Boy, now at his limits' ends,
Cannot recall the hues of the past.
Every voice shouting from within his head
Muddles into itself, muddles into itself.

"Nothing's wrong" he says so easily,
But those words are just dust in the breeze.
He won't care what happens, right?
So let him roll from the same hills, the same slopes again.
Let him roll, can't you see?

Ah, one more time, one more time
I will keep on rolling because that's all I know.
And so he said, so he said
Finding all the pieces to all the hidden meanings.

You okay?
Just a little more.
I will keep going because the end's in sight.
And that is to stop my own breath
Right now.

One more time, one more time
I will keep on rolling because that's all I know.
And so he said, so he said
Smiling through the voices with no other options.
You okay? It's all fine now.
Aren't you so fed up with how your life is?
Your breathing will stop rolling out
Right now.

I'll Quit Being Gifted (I'll Quit Singing Parody)

I am done.
I am through.
I am just sick of it all.
I am sick of everyone saying
That it's easy.

I am done.
I am through.
I am just sick of it all.
I am not even that smart.
I just work hard.
And you?

I see this kind of thing most everywhere,
Because child prodigies are popular.
People should think about the fact
I'm not like that kid.

People also compare me to my peers
And tell me that I'm not as smart as them.
I am tired of the comparisons.
Well, my desire is that I was never
Gifted.
At.
All.

And most people don't know that this is a problem.
Why are the intelligent looked upon as gods?
And for those who complain that I am not good enough,
I just have one thing to say.
Get this in your head.
No one really cares!

I am done.
I am through.
I am just sick of it all.
And I bet this parody
Won't even get that many views.

I don't have
The kind of brain
That makes everything
Make sense.
I am just as confused
As my other average level peers.

I am done.
I am through.
I am just sick of it all.
I am not a perfect person,
So don't say that I am one.
I'm human,
Fallible.

I'll quit being gifted,
But
I can't.

Song: I'll Quit Singing (Piko Version)

Artist: Sango312

Language: English

You Are A Perfect Child

You are a very perfect, super perfect, really perfect child.
You must be the most perfect child in the world.

La, la, la, studying and exercising and speaking you do, no trying.
Intelligent and very flawless is just what you are.

I fell in love with easily with your forever seamless voice
That never stumbles over saying any kind of word.

Always managing to best your peers at their own talents
Cheering, courageous as a lion, listen
To all those cheers from everyone you've impressed.
Keep at all of the good work and never slow.

La la, a lullaby will help you sleep and
It will fuel your achievements.
Sing along. Sing with me. Sing this duet with me,
Infallible one, one.

You are a very perfect, super perfect, really perfect child.
You must be the most perfect child in the world.
You are a very perfect, super perfect, really perfect child.
Even without me around, you would be okay now.
You are a very perfect, super perfect, really perfect child.
So happy, so happy, good at everything.
You are a very perfect, super perfect, really perfect child.
I will be there to cheer you on at every turn.

La la la, god incarnate, flawless human
No truancies, the small blossom in the sidewalk crack.
Your lips form words with no effort
But I'm just saying "Gather 'round the perfect kid
And watch their spectacles."

And even so, much time has passed and you are still growing, growing.
Time and your mind will sustain enough to be alive.
Here. Go. I'll always want you to improve
But there's no need. Cute child, up there is where you belong.

La la, a lullaby's soaring just for us.
It's here to fuel my success lust.
So, let's go. Spin and twirl.
You and I can dance forever,
You inerrant child, child
Child, child

You are a very perfect, super perfect, really perfect child.
You must be the most perfect child in the world.
You are a bigger dreamer, high achiever, golden trophy child
Because you need no one to climb the greatest heights.

Over time, the child gained awareness of their flaws
And one day ran far away, away from my sight.
I found the child beaten, bruised, and still bleeding.
But still, I won't forget that the child left me.

Child, child.
Child, child?

I am a very perfect, really perfect, super perfect child.
It was my idolatry that made the child no more.
I am a very perfect, really perfect, super perfect child.
I hope I'll learn from my mistakes, but there's no one to help.
I am a bigger dreamer, high achiever, golden trophy child.
My quixotic standards for the child made them no more.
I am a bigger dreamer, high achiever, golden trophy child.
If only I could turn the clock back, reset, and start again.

I decided to rewrite the song "You are a Useless Child" by Kikuo to fit the darker side of how society views gifted kids.  Below is the original.

 

Song: You are a Useless Child

Artist: Kikuo

Language: Japanese

Lost One Weeping English Parody (Verbal Learner Version)

Trigger Warning: Suicide, self-injury, depression, and anhedonia

A cutting wound a knife made from my apathy 
Penetrates my heart and it's not hurting me.
The emotions that I have
Are weak and burning low
And from them a weapon
I have made.
It's not a game.

My adeptness at languages I so prize,
But when it comes to math, I feel anxiety rise.
I'm done with reaching out
To something I can't touch,
So I'll uproot the daisies.
Is that really too much?

This essay's
About me,
A white space,
A blank sheet.
Contented,
At peace with
The life I will now live.

But I think
Why are we
Just sometimes,
No, always
Crying out how we're sad
And how we're lonely?

Can you please define what crucible is for me?
Well, this school is one. Look around and you'll see.
Can you even restore his yellowed heart back to red?
Hey, who could it be?
Will someone tell me?

Can you solve the quadratic formula yet?
Can you even see that there's a noose on his neck?
Is it really right to just be bound to this way?
'Cause I don't care now
That and I don't care how.

Every day like chapters
In a book are confined
To the hypnotic rhythm
Of what we call time.
Behind the guards and the guise I put up
I hide
Knowing I have long died

From problems
Of resolve.
Just can't solve
This homework.
Contented,
At peace with
The life I will now live.

'Till I think and he speaks,
The green light that haunts us
Just screams "Let me please leave",
Screaming "Someone kill me".

Can you please define what crucible is for me?
Well, this school is one. Look around and you'll see.
Can you even restore his yellowed heart back to red?
Hey, who could it be?
Will someone tell me?

Can you solve the quadratic formula yet?
Can you even see that there's a noose on his neck?
Is it really right to just be bound to this way?
'Cause I don't care now
That and I don't care how.

Can you write an essay on what the dock's green light means?
Well, the light's in my eyes and it is making me scream!
Who was the one who let my thoughts just perish unknown?
Who it is I know.
Who it is I know!

Why don't you read a book so you can grow up and see?
But what the heck is growing up if I just sit here and weep?
Can anyone who's out there please explain things for me?
'Cause I don't care now
That and I don't care how.

The original is in Japanese.

The Original: (Sensory Warning: Lots of flashing and shaking effects in the video)

Song: Lost One's Weeping

Artist: Kagamine Rin

Language: Japanese

12 Days of Christmas-Temperament Edition

A pattern that's unique to me
2 social -versions
3 letters
4 Keirsey types
5 temperaments
6 variants
7 different systems
8 cognitive functions
9 sides of instinct
10 terrains of consciousness
11 DiSC types
12 LaHaye blends

Mentioned Temperament Systems:
Four Temperaments (LaHaye), Five Temperaments (not APS), Socionics, Enneagram, Jungian Functions, MBTI, KTS, DiSC, Ten Terrains of Consciousness

How I Came Up With Seven Different Systems:

• Four Temperaments and Five Temperaments are humoral systems.
• Jungian functions show the distribution of intelligences and energies. 
• Socionics uses the same letters as MBTI, but it is not MBTI.
• KTS is directly related to MBTI.
• DiSC is indirectly related to the four temperaments. 
• Enneagram measures the general direction of one's intelligences.
• Ten terrains of consciousness measures basic instincts.

My Known Temperaments:

• LaHaye Blend: ChlorSan
• Fie Temperaments: Choleric and Supine (Five Temperaments, Not APS)
• MBTI: ENTP
• Keirsey Type: Inventor Rational
• Socionics: ILE/ENTp
• DiSC: High D only
• Enneagram: 8w7 sx
• Jungian Functions: Ne, Ti, Fe, Si 

Normal To Us All (Parody of Honor To Us All)

This is what they give me work with?

Well, they don’t come much worse!

Now, how can I turn this sow’s ear

Into a silk purse?

We’ll have you

Speaking so

That AAC device’s screen won’t glow.

Hope that eye contact will smartness show.

You’ll be normal to us all.

Wait and see. When we’re done,

Your peers will not think you weird, but fun.

With no stimming

And no complex puns,

You’ll be normal to us all.

By pretending to be normal,

You will make us proud.

Just don’t plug your ears

When we will cheer loud.

They want you

In this range,

Smart,

High-functioning,

To work fast-paced.

If you’re otherwise,

Then you’re a waste.

Please be normal to us all.

Everyone who’s typical

Is perfect in all ways.

You can only blend

To maybe join their ranks.

Like this, you’ll

Only fail

Trying to succeed to

No avail.

All the typicals will say

“No sale”.

So, be normal to us all.

You're not ready yet.

A social story so you don't forget,

And harsh punishments if you do.

Do not look so nervous.

Stand tall and proud and own it. 

Stay within the bounds I set.

I hope you won't blow it.

Can someone help me please?

They don't seem to see what's underneath.

And I hope that I can understand

What is normal, after all?

Hiding, passing, blending, bending

Might give me a happy ending. 

Fate, help me,

Go unseen

So much that I cannot

Express my needs.

They don't matter 

'Cause of who I am,

I might as well just be a doll.

Please be normal to us.

Please be normal to us.

Please be normal to us.

Please be normal to us.

Please be normal to us all.

Disney movies are my preferred form of entertainment, so I decided to write this parody of "Honor to us All" from Mulan to humorously reflect on "passing for normal."