Kirjoituskyvyttömyys: Inspiroivin opettaja
Once again, I'm going to say Jari. Some of you might know how much I value intelligence, and I believe he's one of the most intelligent men I've ever met. He's a priest, though he says he's too profane to be called a priest. He has fought with all Christian authorities of Finland because he questions too many things about the Bible, like the existence of Satan. He also questions evolution and feminism.
Also, as I've been through some bad shit in high school, his subjects have been the ones to inspire me. When I failed nearly all other subjects, I got A+'s in his subjects. He's a demanding teacher, yet not too much - he's a creative person, and you are never forced to do the exam. You can always write an essay on something you know a lot about.
You know, you're taught to question everything. They just say you should do it, but they never let you do it or give any advice about it. Except Jari. He's really taught me to question things, and I do believe that if it wasn't for him I wouldn't enjoy questioning myself so much.
If it wasn't for him, I'd be a diehard antitheist like I was back when I went to high school. Two years have come and gone and I've learned so much from him.
I need to reveal my shallowness, but before I went to high school my view of Christianity was black and white. The only ones I'd met had been either Laestadians or Sunday Lutherans (meaning, the religion doesn't affect their lives, they just go to church every once in a while and say they're Lutherans) and all the priests I had met had been these fundamentalistic-preaching-holier-than-thou folk, and then there was him.
"O HAI, I AM JARI. I AM A PRIEST. I DON'T BELIEVE IN SATAN. ONCE I MET A GUY WHO HAD FLIES UNDERNEATH HIS FORESKIN. HE GIGGLED AND SAID IT FELT NICE. IF THEY BAN GUNS I'LL NEED A GOD DAMN CANNON TO SHOOT BIGGER RODENTS. SOMETIMES I'D JUST WANT TO HIT A STUDENT WITH AN AXE OR A CHAINSAW. THAT IS, IF THEY'RE STUPID. WHEN THEY'RE STUPID. THIS SONG IS A GREAT SONG TO MAKE LOVE TO, YOU KNOW? WE REALLY SHOULD COMMUNICATE BY FARTING. A MURDER OF OSTRICHES MIGHT FLY INTO YOUR CAR IF YOU BROKE THE WINDSHIELD. WINGS FLAPPING EVERYWHERE. YOU WOULDN'T SEE SHIT, NOW WOULD YOU? LINGONBERRIES TURN ME ON. LIKE, REEEEEALLY. HOW WAS YOUR DAY?"
He's a freak, but he's also my idol, and he's an amazing person, hahahha.
Nuff said.
(And no, contrary to popular belief, I do not fancy him.)