Tuesday, October 12, 2010
This Life ain't easy.
Okay. So this isn't a rage blog. No, because that would be idiotic. I'm just whining about the ways of life and about the stupid fact that a) all my assignments are approaching super fast and I am running super slowly b) that I didn't get into vocal soiree and c) the fact that poetry sucks and I can't identify even a simple poetic device. Who gives a crap about poetic devices. Gosh. As human beings, must we pick at every single detail? Or can't we just live with the fact that some things are JUST the way they are...
Take this plant for example. I guess you could disect it, take it to the laboratories and look at it under a microscope. I guess you could go all the way to give a name to it, discover its exact mechanisms, feed it to a dozen guinea pigs and watch them all die to come to the conclusion that it's poisonous. But is that really necessary? I mean, what the heck? It's not like we're ever going to write a goddamned analytical essay on poetry in our careers.
Well, normal people won't anyways. <<
Okay. So next topic that has been the highlight of my day: the matter of the eagerly anticipated assignments. I mean, I love assignments. They are so beautiful, wholesome. In fact, I would write a poem about them if I didn't know that it would probably cause misery to the hundreds of school children that would be breaking it down. Now, apparently teachers don't enjoy giving out assignments. I suppose that's logical, since they have to mark the damn things (anyone who knows me will understand the especial misery they would experience in marking my assignments) but I think that they secretly do. As a wise being, I have gathered in my timely stay on this planet that humans enjoy watching other humans suffer. We are all bullies. Don't dispute, because it's true.
Teachers are no different. Now, they might complain about the lack of sleep they've had or the mass of assignments they get. They might complain about about their lack of wages (um. well, they earn more than a vet, whom is by the way much smarter) but we all know that inside they are big fat bullies that hog all the resources that we, as students, pay for. Oh, and they get payed for it too.
Examples? Well, firstly, they get their own staffrooms. They get their own desks in these staffrooms, with nice plushy chairs and nice little laptops. They get free printing, they get to wear free dress. In assembly, they get to sit on those nice plastic chairs whilst we squash up on the floor. They get to touch the blinds that we paid for. They get to change the backgrounds on their laptops. They get to go on youtube for heck's sake.
Oh, and they get to push in front of us in the tucksop line, and then they scold us for being inconsiderate to other people.
I mean, come on, we're not THAT daft.
And the assignments just top it off. Today, my economics teacher took the greatest pleasure in announcing that we had to do a speech next week. I mean, I knew it was coming, but I didn't know it was THAT soon. For crying out loud, I usually need a week to practise alone. Those teachers, they just try and ruin your day for fun.
Yup, and to top THAT off, the shares went down by like 5% each share. So much for profit.
So yes, I apologise for the whiny blog, but it has raised a few points on whether our teachers are actually as self actualised as we imagined them to be.
So, now, vocal soiree.
I was so confident that I would get in. I mean, if some people who have no prior musical experience could get in, then why couldn't I? I mean, I have been playing piano for a number of years. I have also started taking voice lessons ( Operaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, don't doubt it. Meat Loaf sang opera). I mean, and personally I don't think I sing that bad.
But no, I didn't get in. Even after I bought the $40 book for accompaniments. Even after I practised all holidays and pissed my parents off so badly that they were hoarse from telling me to shut up.
I guess they just don't think I'm good enough - or, maybe it's something more....
You know, I think they did that because they secretly hate me because I quit vocal ensemble. Maybe it wasn't because of that, but most likely it was. I know this is pointless, but it's just another thing to say how evil teachers really are.
Anyways, that's all I've really got to say. Or whine.
Sorry about the lack of photos. I was at the gym this afternoon so I didn't actually get to take many. Plus, the rain was making me feel lazy.
Signing off
S
Well, normal people won't anyways. <<
Okay. So next topic that has been the highlight of my day: the matter of the eagerly anticipated assignments. I mean, I love assignments. They are so beautiful, wholesome. In fact, I would write a poem about them if I didn't know that it would probably cause misery to the hundreds of school children that would be breaking it down. Now, apparently teachers don't enjoy giving out assignments. I suppose that's logical, since they have to mark the damn things (anyone who knows me will understand the especial misery they would experience in marking my assignments) but I think that they secretly do. As a wise being, I have gathered in my timely stay on this planet that humans enjoy watching other humans suffer. We are all bullies. Don't dispute, because it's true.
Teachers are no different. Now, they might complain about the lack of sleep they've had or the mass of assignments they get. They might complain about about their lack of wages (um. well, they earn more than a vet, whom is by the way much smarter) but we all know that inside they are big fat bullies that hog all the resources that we, as students, pay for. Oh, and they get payed for it too.
Examples? Well, firstly, they get their own staffrooms. They get their own desks in these staffrooms, with nice plushy chairs and nice little laptops. They get free printing, they get to wear free dress. In assembly, they get to sit on those nice plastic chairs whilst we squash up on the floor. They get to touch the blinds that we paid for. They get to change the backgrounds on their laptops. They get to go on youtube for heck's sake.
Oh, and they get to push in front of us in the tucksop line, and then they scold us for being inconsiderate to other people.
I mean, come on, we're not THAT daft.
And the assignments just top it off. Today, my economics teacher took the greatest pleasure in announcing that we had to do a speech next week. I mean, I knew it was coming, but I didn't know it was THAT soon. For crying out loud, I usually need a week to practise alone. Those teachers, they just try and ruin your day for fun.
Yup, and to top THAT off, the shares went down by like 5% each share. So much for profit.
So yes, I apologise for the whiny blog, but it has raised a few points on whether our teachers are actually as self actualised as we imagined them to be.
So, now, vocal soiree.
I was so confident that I would get in. I mean, if some people who have no prior musical experience could get in, then why couldn't I? I mean, I have been playing piano for a number of years. I have also started taking voice lessons ( Operaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, don't doubt it. Meat Loaf sang opera). I mean, and personally I don't think I sing that bad.
But no, I didn't get in. Even after I bought the $40 book for accompaniments. Even after I practised all holidays and pissed my parents off so badly that they were hoarse from telling me to shut up.
I guess they just don't think I'm good enough - or, maybe it's something more....
You know, I think they did that because they secretly hate me because I quit vocal ensemble. Maybe it wasn't because of that, but most likely it was. I know this is pointless, but it's just another thing to say how evil teachers really are.
Anyways, that's all I've really got to say. Or whine.
Sorry about the lack of photos. I was at the gym this afternoon so I didn't actually get to take many. Plus, the rain was making me feel lazy.
Signing off
S