Mini Rant
Minimum day - normally I would have been ecstatic to have one, but today was an exception. As graduation requirements dictate, sophomores have to take the CAHSEE test, which stands for California Has Such Easy Expectations. Or something lame like that. Anyways, I wasted approximately two and a half hours of my precious time taking this test, and along with mind mind, I lost my faith in my generation.
Here are the lyrics to the song Bornfeld played for us today to further emphasize my point:
"God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there’ll ain’t no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us, you got no war to name us
The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please
If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand them
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Young...take it, it’s yours..."
-The Replacements, "Bastards of Young"
Sure, we are still young, and perhaps a little misguided because of the media's influence on our impressionable minds. But when you think of the world we will live in, when you think about how we are the future, it can be scary sitting in a classroom full of forty disrespectful and immature children who's highest aspirations are probably to finish high school and get laid. It can be depressing. But as long as I make something of myself, I shall not worry about those sheep that cannot make decent use of what God gave them.
Edit: I almost forgot to mention the essay I wrote. We basically had to describe something we had observed in detail through a narrative. If and when they read mine, I swear to God they're going to call me up for drug testing. I personally was very proud of it, and I wish I could have kept a copy. Maybe tomorrow I'll copy it from the test booklet and post it. I'll give you a hint - it's about a rain storm at midnight.
Here are the lyrics to the song Bornfeld played for us today to further emphasize my point:
"God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there’ll ain’t no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us, you got no war to name us
The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please
If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand them
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Young...take it, it’s yours..."
-The Replacements, "Bastards of Young"
Sure, we are still young, and perhaps a little misguided because of the media's influence on our impressionable minds. But when you think of the world we will live in, when you think about how we are the future, it can be scary sitting in a classroom full of forty disrespectful and immature children who's highest aspirations are probably to finish high school and get laid. It can be depressing. But as long as I make something of myself, I shall not worry about those sheep that cannot make decent use of what God gave them.
Edit: I almost forgot to mention the essay I wrote. We basically had to describe something we had observed in detail through a narrative. If and when they read mine, I swear to God they're going to call me up for drug testing. I personally was very proud of it, and I wish I could have kept a copy. Maybe tomorrow I'll copy it from the test booklet and post it. I'll give you a hint - it's about a rain storm at midnight.