Comme neige, comme or
I've got a guitar part in my head. Unconsciously, I'm thinking of photography terms and the correct formatting for screenplays, which are so much more useful to know than chemical compositions and how to balance equations. I mean, honestly? I don't think it matters a bit. Who cares about a few tiny atoms strung together a certain way? Knowing those atoms doesn't change the atoms. It doesn't better them, it doesn't make more of them or take some of them away. They don't help you. They don't change you as a person.
Not in school, anyway. Which would you rather have - that, or the ability to put beauty in the world, to be a purveyor of beauty, to liberate, to subvert?
It is my choice.
I realized that I'm extremely biased. It doesn't matter.
I'm not taking AP Chem. Final decision. I'm not waking up an hour earlier two days a week to spend two consecutive class periods working my ass off in a lab, learning something I don't care for in the slightest. Like Noah said, I'd rather have an easy A than learn something. It doesn't matter either that the teacher for Honors Chem can't teach - both ways, I will have forgotten it all in less than a year. Plus, pointless class = free period. What's not to aime?
It's not so much that I think science is almost totally useless than that I just don't like it. I mean, I go extremely spazzy and shiny-eyed over stuff like psychology or astronomy, but other than that, it's just terrible.
It's not that much of a loss either that AP Chem counts as a college credit. We did a bunch of crap in middle school just to get into this high school, and now we're doing a bunch of ordure here to get into a good college, and we'll do a bunch of merde in college to get a good job, and we'll do a bunch of shiesse in our job to get a good retirement, but once we get there we'll die immediately of all the stress.
No one understands me when I say that. I can't say why, it's perfectly and direly logical to me. I want to avoid working my ass off my whole life for nothing at all costs. I'm not like a hippie or a lazy-ass, by the way. It's just what I think.
Maybe I just can't see it. Maybe I'm just blind to the joys of learning, the profundity of academia, the enthrallment of seeking knowledge. Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe I'm just a whiny teenager.
It doesn't matter. Things will change. It doesn't matter. I tell myself that at least three times a day. My goal is to care less. Oh, the joys of deluding oneself. You have no idea.
Just so I understand, it is unforgivable and outrageously selfish to become tired of your friends and start avoiding them and not looking them in the face and not talking to them unless they talk to you, right?
I'm just so afraid that people are talking about me. I'm so afraid of getting cornered, getting outnumbered.
I ditched Author's Ink for about the sixth time. The details, you wouldn't care about. I altered my route home so I was in a part of the neighborhood I'd never been in before. It was for a stupid reason, but I wouldn't take it back.
I can tell you're getting bored. You're free to go now.
Not in school, anyway. Which would you rather have - that, or the ability to put beauty in the world, to be a purveyor of beauty, to liberate, to subvert?
It is my choice.
I realized that I'm extremely biased. It doesn't matter.
I'm not taking AP Chem. Final decision. I'm not waking up an hour earlier two days a week to spend two consecutive class periods working my ass off in a lab, learning something I don't care for in the slightest. Like Noah said, I'd rather have an easy A than learn something. It doesn't matter either that the teacher for Honors Chem can't teach - both ways, I will have forgotten it all in less than a year. Plus, pointless class = free period. What's not to aime?
It's not so much that I think science is almost totally useless than that I just don't like it. I mean, I go extremely spazzy and shiny-eyed over stuff like psychology or astronomy, but other than that, it's just terrible.
It's not that much of a loss either that AP Chem counts as a college credit. We did a bunch of crap in middle school just to get into this high school, and now we're doing a bunch of ordure here to get into a good college, and we'll do a bunch of merde in college to get a good job, and we'll do a bunch of shiesse in our job to get a good retirement, but once we get there we'll die immediately of all the stress.
No one understands me when I say that. I can't say why, it's perfectly and direly logical to me. I want to avoid working my ass off my whole life for nothing at all costs. I'm not like a hippie or a lazy-ass, by the way. It's just what I think.
Maybe I just can't see it. Maybe I'm just blind to the joys of learning, the profundity of academia, the enthrallment of seeking knowledge. Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe I'm just a whiny teenager.
It doesn't matter. Things will change. It doesn't matter. I tell myself that at least three times a day. My goal is to care less. Oh, the joys of deluding oneself. You have no idea.
Just so I understand, it is unforgivable and outrageously selfish to become tired of your friends and start avoiding them and not looking them in the face and not talking to them unless they talk to you, right?
I'm just so afraid that people are talking about me. I'm so afraid of getting cornered, getting outnumbered.
I ditched Author's Ink for about the sixth time. The details, you wouldn't care about. I altered my route home so I was in a part of the neighborhood I'd never been in before. It was for a stupid reason, but I wouldn't take it back.
I can tell you're getting bored. You're free to go now.