It's a very, very mad world
Once or twice a year over the past fifteen years, I've had this dream where it turns out I was a few credits short for high school graduation, and my diploma's been withdrawn. I have to return to high school for one semester in order to earn enough credits to graduate.
So there's me, at my old high school (which, incidentally, no longer exists), surrounded by teenagers and being spoon-fed "education" at levels so far beneath my cognitive ability that every class is like having broken glass dragged over my eyes.
As I get older and amass ever-increasing educational credentials, this dream becomes more and more ridiculous. Last night, for example, I was a 33-year-old man who's on the cusp of earning a Master's degree sitting in a "World History" class with people so young that, for them, the fall of the Berlin Wall is quite literally part of history.
And being a 33-year-old high school student had other "benefits" too, like all of these little teenaged shits laughing at me all the time (just like they did the first time I was in high school, oddly enough). I had to lay down the law last night by lifting one kid by his neck and slamming him into a wall. The imagery was vivid enough that I could actually feel his lymph nodes rolling around under my grasping fingers as he struggled to free himself.
Moral of the story: I fucking hated high school, and in addition to the military (which was basically high school mixed with jail), it's hands-down part of my life that I would nuke out of my memory if I could. I don't think I'd be missing much.
So there's me, at my old high school (which, incidentally, no longer exists), surrounded by teenagers and being spoon-fed "education" at levels so far beneath my cognitive ability that every class is like having broken glass dragged over my eyes.
As I get older and amass ever-increasing educational credentials, this dream becomes more and more ridiculous. Last night, for example, I was a 33-year-old man who's on the cusp of earning a Master's degree sitting in a "World History" class with people so young that, for them, the fall of the Berlin Wall is quite literally part of history.
And being a 33-year-old high school student had other "benefits" too, like all of these little teenaged shits laughing at me all the time (just like they did the first time I was in high school, oddly enough). I had to lay down the law last night by lifting one kid by his neck and slamming him into a wall. The imagery was vivid enough that I could actually feel his lymph nodes rolling around under my grasping fingers as he struggled to free himself.
Moral of the story: I fucking hated high school, and in addition to the military (which was basically high school mixed with jail), it's hands-down part of my life that I would nuke out of my memory if I could. I don't think I'd be missing much.