When You Know You've Failed...
This is just a random post to share the enjoyments of failing, because I have failed A LOT today. Number One fail is that I haven't posted in ages because I simply forget to and the fact that I don't have the time. It's not like anyone else should read this, because it's just full of mundane crap anyhow. But yes, not posting is most definitely a fail, no matter how minor.
Now, this is interesting. Today, my two friends and I, went up a hill to fetch a pail of water... nah, I lied, we were all just sitting in a car. So it happened that we were talking about my MAJOR FAIL, which was two B's on my last report card. We are all honors students, so we are critical about grades, but somehow my personal fail became the biggest undercover fail that the government was trying so hard to conceal.
It is common knowledge that A's are the best grade you can achieve, B's are second best, but still above average, C's are average, D's are below average, and F's are failing. EVERYONE knows that, but that's for all the normal, sane, people, not the fanatics like me who seem to obsess over their grade a little too much. Granted, all honors kids are kinda like that in the inside, even if they don't admit it.
We created a new scale, and I'm going to call it the 'Scale of Failing', because we omitting in giving the A's a title because they don't need one.
B- Honors fail. The point at which extreme honors students cry and beg, because in their minds they have just FAILED the class. The rest of the world can only watch on as they spill forth their agony.
C- Honors death. The point at which the honor student dies and is reborn in the regular classes. There is nothing wrong with this, only that they will succeed while his or her former classmates are struggling and bawling, and that they have been reincarnated into a new world. Yes, some regular classes are world's away.
D- Being buried alive, because dying is just TOO easy. It is terribly frightening, seeing all that soil pile up on you and suffocating the life out of your tiny little honors body. You are screaming, but the pit is too deep. You are doomed.
F- Honors Hell. You have already died, and now you are in Hell. You shall be tortured until you are exhausted, and then tortured some more. This is almost the point of no return. You have committed Honors Suicide (Seppuku) and this is your punishment. The only way to redeem yourself and save your soul (and GPA) is to type up 40 page long research pages for all your classes. Good luck, because you're going to need it.
Hm....I think I messed up one. I think that D or C should have been Honors Suicide, but I think this sounded better. Now, there is also another column, called Honors Genocide. This is when the class is misbehaving and the teacher cries out, "If you don't_________(phrases such as 'return all the books' or 'find my favorite pencil') I shall FAIL you all." Not Honors Fail, but FAIL FAIL. If this is in one of those classes that possess idiots and people with brains, the people with brains will become dictators and rule over the idiots until something is found, or a major change in the positive direction of the teacher's mood has occurred. If it is an honors class and this happens, well then, there is mass CHAOS, and if the offending object or whatever isn't found, it's what I would like to call Honors Genocide, because you will see lines of sobbing 4.0 GPA students jumping off a cliff to avoid Honors Hell. Silly people, you can't take the easy way out. >_>
So that was one of the fails happening. Now, I would give a number, like the third failure today, but I don't remember what number I'm on....
I was in creative writing, trying to write a poem about the metaphor I wrote. It was about cotton and boy named Henry, but the poem just didn't happen. Instead, in the next hour I wrote a different poem that had nothing in common other than the pronoun 'he'.
He is not afraid.
Every second of every day he wonders,
Pacing in his iron wrought cage.
He tries to be himself and change,
But there is no reason,
There is no way.
Twice has he wailed,
In terror and rage,
And twice did silence,
Ensue and pervade.
Once, he had cried
Left forgotten in dust,
Perused by the mites.
He chokes on his tears,
His meals are dirty,
Frozen, slid between the bars,
But he can only taste ashes,
Gray matter of death.
There is no love for him in the dark,
Where the shadows play in corners.
He is uninvited.
'Kagome, Kagome' the shadows chant,
A children's game beginning.
He turns away and covers his eyes.
'Kagome, Kagome,'
The metal of the bars clink twice,
The mites scurry from his swaying body,
As he fathoms to guess at ghosts.
'Breathe, ' a voice commands to him,
Round and round the sound extends.
'Freedom' another voice joins,
But he understands that there is only one.
He wants to change, he really does,
But there is only truth,
In a jail of life.
He wants to live,
To understand 'worth',
But he is alone in the cell,
Isolated, condoned.
He is not afraid.
'Kagome, Kagome,' the shadows chant,
They extend a helping hand.
'Join us,' a chorus of voices sing,
But he only wishes to listen to one.
'Kagome, Kagome,'
He takes a deep breath,
And the guess comes ever so sweetly to his lips.
His eyes are still shut,
The shadows still relatively unkind,
But now he knows whom to choose.
'Death?' he questions, with a trembling voice.
A chuckle.
He is not afraid.
Nothing has changed, within his prison,
The iron wrought steel is still cold to the touch,
The shadows, alone, play in the corners,
Mites still scurry about his feet.
But he no longer wonders, in his cell,
Where the air is cold, and the minutes lonely,
Instead he plays, with Death and with shadows,
Alone in his cage, he paces away.
..........so, whatever. That didn't rhyme or anything, but at least it's something. Metaphor turned poem? Failure. But at least I know I can write in short choppy sentences, right?
Hmmm.. that's also all the failure I recall for now..... >_<
Wait, wait! The poem thing that isn't a poem won't cut no matter what I do, so that's like the, Fourth Fail?
Now, this is interesting. Today, my two friends and I, went up a hill to fetch a pail of water... nah, I lied, we were all just sitting in a car. So it happened that we were talking about my MAJOR FAIL, which was two B's on my last report card. We are all honors students, so we are critical about grades, but somehow my personal fail became the biggest undercover fail that the government was trying so hard to conceal.
It is common knowledge that A's are the best grade you can achieve, B's are second best, but still above average, C's are average, D's are below average, and F's are failing. EVERYONE knows that, but that's for all the normal, sane, people, not the fanatics like me who seem to obsess over their grade a little too much. Granted, all honors kids are kinda like that in the inside, even if they don't admit it.
We created a new scale, and I'm going to call it the 'Scale of Failing', because we omitting in giving the A's a title because they don't need one.
B- Honors fail. The point at which extreme honors students cry and beg, because in their minds they have just FAILED the class. The rest of the world can only watch on as they spill forth their agony.
C- Honors death. The point at which the honor student dies and is reborn in the regular classes. There is nothing wrong with this, only that they will succeed while his or her former classmates are struggling and bawling, and that they have been reincarnated into a new world. Yes, some regular classes are world's away.
D- Being buried alive, because dying is just TOO easy. It is terribly frightening, seeing all that soil pile up on you and suffocating the life out of your tiny little honors body. You are screaming, but the pit is too deep. You are doomed.
F- Honors Hell. You have already died, and now you are in Hell. You shall be tortured until you are exhausted, and then tortured some more. This is almost the point of no return. You have committed Honors Suicide (Seppuku) and this is your punishment. The only way to redeem yourself and save your soul (and GPA) is to type up 40 page long research pages for all your classes. Good luck, because you're going to need it.
Hm....I think I messed up one. I think that D or C should have been Honors Suicide, but I think this sounded better. Now, there is also another column, called Honors Genocide. This is when the class is misbehaving and the teacher cries out, "If you don't_________(phrases such as 'return all the books' or 'find my favorite pencil') I shall FAIL you all." Not Honors Fail, but FAIL FAIL. If this is in one of those classes that possess idiots and people with brains, the people with brains will become dictators and rule over the idiots until something is found, or a major change in the positive direction of the teacher's mood has occurred. If it is an honors class and this happens, well then, there is mass CHAOS, and if the offending object or whatever isn't found, it's what I would like to call Honors Genocide, because you will see lines of sobbing 4.0 GPA students jumping off a cliff to avoid Honors Hell. Silly people, you can't take the easy way out. >_>
So that was one of the fails happening. Now, I would give a number, like the third failure today, but I don't remember what number I'm on....
I was in creative writing, trying to write a poem about the metaphor I wrote. It was about cotton and boy named Henry, but the poem just didn't happen. Instead, in the next hour I wrote a different poem that had nothing in common other than the pronoun 'he'.
He is not afraid.
Every second of every day he wonders,
Pacing in his iron wrought cage.
He tries to be himself and change,
But there is no reason,
There is no way.
Twice has he wailed,
In terror and rage,
And twice did silence,
Ensue and pervade.
Once, he had cried
Left forgotten in dust,
Perused by the mites.
He chokes on his tears,
His meals are dirty,
Frozen, slid between the bars,
But he can only taste ashes,
Gray matter of death.
There is no love for him in the dark,
Where the shadows play in corners.
He is uninvited.
'Kagome, Kagome' the shadows chant,
A children's game beginning.
He turns away and covers his eyes.
'Kagome, Kagome,'
The metal of the bars clink twice,
The mites scurry from his swaying body,
As he fathoms to guess at ghosts.
'Breathe, ' a voice commands to him,
Round and round the sound extends.
'Freedom' another voice joins,
But he understands that there is only one.
He wants to change, he really does,
But there is only truth,
In a jail of life.
He wants to live,
To understand 'worth',
But he is alone in the cell,
Isolated, condoned.
He is not afraid.
'Kagome, Kagome,' the shadows chant,
They extend a helping hand.
'Join us,' a chorus of voices sing,
But he only wishes to listen to one.
'Kagome, Kagome,'
He takes a deep breath,
And the guess comes ever so sweetly to his lips.
His eyes are still shut,
The shadows still relatively unkind,
But now he knows whom to choose.
'Death?' he questions, with a trembling voice.
A chuckle.
He is not afraid.
Nothing has changed, within his prison,
The iron wrought steel is still cold to the touch,
The shadows, alone, play in the corners,
Mites still scurry about his feet.
But he no longer wonders, in his cell,
Where the air is cold, and the minutes lonely,
Instead he plays, with Death and with shadows,
Alone in his cage, he paces away.
..........so, whatever. That didn't rhyme or anything, but at least it's something. Metaphor turned poem? Failure. But at least I know I can write in short choppy sentences, right?
Hmmm.. that's also all the failure I recall for now..... >_<
Wait, wait! The poem thing that isn't a poem won't cut no matter what I do, so that's like the, Fourth Fail?