Wednesday, February 4, 2004

Warning: Long, angry rant about school
Gavin (the big German shepherd we're fostering) is being a pain in the proverbial butt. He won't stop barking! He's like Chaucer, only worse! Gah! I just want to throw something at him to make him shut up!
He reminds me of... DUHN DUHN DUHN, Sr. Daniel Mary! You thought she might have let up a little or something after all these snow days, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?! Well, she didn't. She's being a butt-crack. -_- There's this one book report she's bugging me about, bugging me and bugging me and bugging me. I don't see why she can't just leave me alone and give me a bad grade on my report card. She says it's unfair that I "don't have to do it" while all the other girls did. I think it's unfair that she gets to control my life and act like she's suddenly the Great Mistress of the Universe. She asked me why I didn't have my book report, and i told her, "Because I didn't want to do it." She said, "That's not an option." Uhh, yes it is. It's not an option if I want good grades, but I never said I wanted that, or at least I don't now. I'd just rather be a lazy butt and fail school, personally, because I can't take this! Everyone's like, "You need good grades, you need to get into a good high school, you need to do this, you need to do that! You'll regret it later in life if you don't do it now!" I'm sorry, but since when did grades and schools dictate my ability to have a good life? I didn't think our existences revolved around money and snotty boring office jobs and bossing people around, but apparently it does. Huh. You learn something new every day.
I never understood homework entirely either. I mean, when you've just spent ~7 hours in the hellhole we call school, do you really want to come home and do MORE work? Do they think we'll forget it if it isn't being pounded into our brains every freakin' minute of every freakin' day? I thought teachers were supposed to teach us things, not inanimate objects, i.e. really aggravating math textbooks and vague worksheets.
I also didn't think it was in a teacher's job description to try and control our lives. Homework takes up time that could be spent getting excersise (they complain that we don't get enough; well, here's your chance to redeem yourselves), doing social things (they say we're not close enough to our familes; could this be, perhaps, because we don't have any time to talk to them about something other than question #19?), or sleeping (they also say kids aren't getting enough sleep; go figure). They try to shape the way we think, change our point of view, "brighten" our futures. Maybe I'm the only one, but I'm not positive knowing what a schwa is will help my chosen career, any of them. By the way, a schwa is one of those phonetic spelling things; it looks like an upside-down 'e' and can't seem to decide what its vowel sound is supposed to be. Oh yeah, vital information.
Maybe I really am some kind of snobby smart kid, since I feel that what I'm learning isn't adequate or pertinent to my life. But that's another thing. There are many walks of life. There is no straight and narrow. We all screw up, we all make different decisions, we all find different solutions to our problems and have different priorities and talents. You could find this entire rant rubbish, silly, foolish ideas formed by a troubled or brash young mind. Well, maybe they are. But they're my ideas, influenced by my mother's encouragement of individuality, and they're how I think. You are welcome to pose your own ideas, and shape your own life. It doesn't matter what other people think, as long as you feel what you are doing is the right thing and isn't really terribly stupid. So take that, Sr. Who "can't be creative" now?
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