Apr 03, 2005 15:22
so today began as normal as any sunday. went to church. prayed for the strength to tell my ppl i'm not getting Confirmed. went to religious ed. made fun of just about everything. joined in discussions every once in a while. until Mrs. Teacher Lady started on about terri schiavo. i had hoped we wouldn't have to talk about that. see, we had been talking about martyrs and saints, when Mrs. Teacher Lady asked the class if terri schiavo is a martyr. i said, a tad loudly, no. she asked why not. i said b/c she (terri) didn't die for her beliefs. she died b/c...she was braindead. and then Mrs. Teacher Lady said something, and asked the rest of the class if they agreed. of course the stupid sheep didn't say anything just looked shocked that they were actually supposed to have an opinion on an important event in our nation. dustan finally said, yeah, i get what she's saying. and then Mrs. Teacher Lady started going on about how she had died b/c of not being given food, and just the way she was saying all this other stuff, too, got me just a tad pissed and i said to christine (ellie wasn't there AGAIN so i was sitting w/ christine) that i was this close to walking out. i got my jacket on and grabbed my papers and pen as she kept going on and on. then she started saying "we decided she wasn't worth keeping alive. we made the decision to let her die..." and so on and so forth and i just snapped. i said, "We did not make the decision; the courts made the decision." I stood up, walked over to her, and gave back the pen, saying, "And I am leaving." and i just walked out. she kept going on. i didn't look to see if anyone was watching me. as i left, i started crying angry tears, which hasn't happened in ages. i was actually sorta surprised at myself about it. i went for a lil walk to try to calm myself down, but i cut that short since i was not wearing walking shoes.
well, needless to say mommy dearest was not too happy about that. she told me i need to start respecting adults and other people's opinions and i should've stayed and continued the discussion blah blah blah. here's the thing: BECAUSE it was an adult telling me this shit, i felt it wasn't right to sit there and take it. if any other teacher acted like she had, i think i'd prolly walk out of that class, too! it also had NOTHING to do w/ what we'd been learning about before. yes, it's sad that she died, but ya know what? EVERYBODY DIES. i mean, for crying out loud, we'd been in class for about an hour and not once did her or Mr. Teacher Dude sayd ANYTHING about the Pope! the frickin POPE just died and yet we're being talked at about some random woman in florida who died fifteen years later than she would've if modern medicine hadn't intervened!!!
DAMN IT.
sry. need to calm myself down. deep breaths....
but yes, mama was also a lil mad that nothing was said about the Pope. seriously - at least that has at least a little, tiny something to do w/ religion! tell me, where in the Bible, the Scriptures, the Doctrines of the Roman Catholic Church does it say we need to keep alive the braindead???
uh-oh, losing it again....
*sigh* perhaps if another student had been saying the above shit i might've stuck around and debated the point. but we weren't having a discussion; we were being talked at which just fuckin pissed me off.
another one of the reasons i left: i prolly would've said something i'd later regret if i stayed and listened, e.g. "Ya know what? shut the fuck up b/c this has nothing to do w/ religious ed. that's your opinion; don't try to force me to think the same way you do."
so i left. walked around a bit. hurt my feet a tad. and now i'm completely sure i can't get Confirmed.
in other news, i have to take three final exams tomorrow and i'm THIS CLOSE to having a nervy b. the only one i'm really really really worried about is the Chemie one. and i'm really worried about only a few things in German. mainly, talking about family and describing looks. *gulp*
well, i'm off to have a nervy b or two!
Peace and love,
~~RaggedyAnndy~~
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