lessons on wasting time pt. II
okay, so you know what I really despise? i really despise when i spend an entire day studying for a test only to find when i sit down to write it, not only is it the easiest possible test imaginable, but it is also only worth 5%. right. great. i mean this doesn't exactly mean that i will be getting 5/5 on this test, seeing as my teacher takes off marks for "overloading" an answer. what, you say, is considered "overloading"? "overloading" an answer is when you write more than 30 words. i'm serious. so i think i might be penalized for writing an answer that is 43 words long. right. great.
so now i'm supposed to be studying for my midterm tomorrow, but can only get myself to peruse the notes vaguely, no matter how hard i try. it's only because i just realized how little information i actually have to know. i mean, what this should tell me is that i should know the little information so well that i could write a full-length essay on anything. but of course what this signifies to me is to slack off and do nothing till i feel i am getting sleepy so should actually try to cram some of the little information in my noggin.
oh my gad. so what's up with getting telemarketed from the fricken Canadian Opera Company?? i sort of wish i had caller id just so i could be all not talkin to the people i don't wanna talk to. oh, that's smarts.
and another thing: today is rememberance day.
In elementary school we all had to trek down to the gym/auditorium, sit on the floor silently (hand goes up, mouth goes shut) and hear the choir sing that rememberance day song, hear some child recite the Flander's Field poem and then hear some war veterans speak about a war that seemed old, strange and distant. And then there was the moment of silence, which when yr a kid you end up just standing there for what seems like way over five minutes of eerie silence, thinking about how you wish yr mom wrote you a permission slip to have lunch off of school property (which usually meant going all the way to the convienience store to get a patty and some candy).
In high school, it would be regular day, until at 11:11 right in the middle of Latin class the weirdos who did the morning annoucements would come on the P.A. and start in with the Flanders Field poem, the trumpet stuff and then some famous quotes. And then the moment of silence, which during these years i actually sometimes tried to think of war and what it was and how it had affected my family etc., but never really understood how i was supposed to feel.
I am now in my second year of university, and in university there is no P.A. Flanders Field or crackly trumpet. It's up to the individual whether or not to sit in silence at 11:11 or eat a snack or whatever they feel like doing. So i was on break from my production class, i was starving and brought a little food with me. i'm sitting there eating it when one of the girls i was with declares that we should have a minute of silence for Rememberance Day. Everyone else agreed so everyone got really silent like, looking down and the whole bit. I myself didn't exactly know what to do. Obviously I respected their silence by not talking, but i couldn't help my loud chewing on some crunchy melba toast. i just got a weird vibe. it was like they all knew how they should feel about rememberance day and act in the way they were "taught" to in school.
Now i'm not saying that i don't think that war is serious, but i admit that i do have mixed feelings about the need for all of the wars we have had in the 20th century and that continue right at this moment. so my thing is: it seems no matter how i "act" on Rememberance Day it never seems to be "right" and i just want to know why that is.
I guess that's it for now. gotta get back to cramming the brain...
so now i'm supposed to be studying for my midterm tomorrow, but can only get myself to peruse the notes vaguely, no matter how hard i try. it's only because i just realized how little information i actually have to know. i mean, what this should tell me is that i should know the little information so well that i could write a full-length essay on anything. but of course what this signifies to me is to slack off and do nothing till i feel i am getting sleepy so should actually try to cram some of the little information in my noggin.
oh my gad. so what's up with getting telemarketed from the fricken Canadian Opera Company?? i sort of wish i had caller id just so i could be all not talkin to the people i don't wanna talk to. oh, that's smarts.
and another thing: today is rememberance day.
In elementary school we all had to trek down to the gym/auditorium, sit on the floor silently (hand goes up, mouth goes shut) and hear the choir sing that rememberance day song, hear some child recite the Flander's Field poem and then hear some war veterans speak about a war that seemed old, strange and distant. And then there was the moment of silence, which when yr a kid you end up just standing there for what seems like way over five minutes of eerie silence, thinking about how you wish yr mom wrote you a permission slip to have lunch off of school property (which usually meant going all the way to the convienience store to get a patty and some candy).
In high school, it would be regular day, until at 11:11 right in the middle of Latin class the weirdos who did the morning annoucements would come on the P.A. and start in with the Flanders Field poem, the trumpet stuff and then some famous quotes. And then the moment of silence, which during these years i actually sometimes tried to think of war and what it was and how it had affected my family etc., but never really understood how i was supposed to feel.
I am now in my second year of university, and in university there is no P.A. Flanders Field or crackly trumpet. It's up to the individual whether or not to sit in silence at 11:11 or eat a snack or whatever they feel like doing. So i was on break from my production class, i was starving and brought a little food with me. i'm sitting there eating it when one of the girls i was with declares that we should have a minute of silence for Rememberance Day. Everyone else agreed so everyone got really silent like, looking down and the whole bit. I myself didn't exactly know what to do. Obviously I respected their silence by not talking, but i couldn't help my loud chewing on some crunchy melba toast. i just got a weird vibe. it was like they all knew how they should feel about rememberance day and act in the way they were "taught" to in school.
Now i'm not saying that i don't think that war is serious, but i admit that i do have mixed feelings about the need for all of the wars we have had in the 20th century and that continue right at this moment. so my thing is: it seems no matter how i "act" on Rememberance Day it never seems to be "right" and i just want to know why that is.
I guess that's it for now. gotta get back to cramming the brain...