What did we learn in our shit public high schools? It wasn’t all fun, but it was fun for sure. I remember crying with laughter, harassing teachers to the point of tears, wagging, smoking on the oval. I come from Bogan, I am Bogan, so I feel rightfully placed to tell my fellow Bogans this: for all your “fuck of we’re full” bullshit, you are fools. U.N.L.E.A.R.N. That’s a reference to a film you should see called Higher Learning. You need to. I’m not gonna hold your hand here, if this was an argumentative essay and you were handing it in to that teacher, the young blonde you had crush on, the old one who was almost retired, the one who despaired at the hopelessness of your collective fate (and I include me in that), you would EPICALLY FAIL. Your logic is flawed, full of holes, and basically absent. You are making assumptions, unjustified, and based in hate. Grow your brains and stop embarrassing us people of the lesser educated world. Preach kindness so that the world understands we are actually rough diamonds, lovely, kind, whimsical and funny. Be the Bogan’s I always thought we would grow up to be: Decent.