Let's just say that this year is the worst school year I've had since sixth grade, when my hatred for, well, pretty much everything, took its shape. Let's also say that I've gotten no sleep because I've spent so much time doing homework and studying for tests that I continue to get shitty grades on, and let's also say that I've gotten to the point of complete apathy. Now let's just put out the situation that I had to write a paragraph about destiny, for a teacher and a class which I despise. Let's also say that I recently told that teacher who I despise (not directly to her face but in hearing distance), that I hate her and her subject. Let me also put out the situation that this English teacher who I hate and subject I despise happens to be the dean of students. Welcome to round one of me fucking up this year.
Since the theory of time has taken on more of the twisted homework shape that involves teachers' bitter resentment for all children, updating has becoming even more scarce. Possible? Ok, maybe not. I invite you to see what I've gotten myself into this year, though, and maybe offer advice, or maybe just laugh at how a person can loose complete leave of their senses after doing homework for five hours at obscene hours of night.
This is my paragraph on destiny, as turned into the teacher I hate of the subject I despise...
*ahem*
If I was to say that I believed in
destiny, I would have to admit that somewhere, someplace, one
sick, sick being long ago, decided that George W. Bush should
be President of the United States. Not only is that a demented
proposition, but it also means that the stupid son of a bitch
who determined what was going to happen, also decided that we
should suffer the sadistic reign of TWO Bushes. WHY?! Why should
one deranged being have the power to make an entire nation enter
a war via a President who has difficulty sitting for over two
hours?
Okay, so maybe I'm getting off topic a little bit. The point is,
the idea of destiny takes away everything that humans hold dear;
the power to decide, to reason, to think for ones self. If you
take away the fundamental elements that makes humans thinking,
capable, 'productive' beings, then are we really humans, or simply
pawns in a sick, conservative game of chess? If you run with the
thought that someone created destiny, then that being also had
to create war, strife, hatred, semi-automatic weapons, and racism.
What kind of people would support a supreme being that is that
brutal? That's a big part of the destiny theory that I find so
disturbing. Not only does destiny mean that I am not in charge
of my own life, but why would anyone believe or pray to a being
that just made their five-year-old-son die because it was "his
time"? It's sick. Even the thought of dying at any point
from a misplaced staircase is more comforting than the belief
in a being who, with Hitler-like accuracy, manages to take away
your life and your loved ones, or marries you to a man who beats
up you and your children. My idea of a supreme being is not one
who decides upon suffering in advance, or, for that matter, inflicts
the pain of the 43rd President without some cosmic mathematical
error.
She hasn't actually handed back the paragraphs, but did give a huge lecture to the class on how she needs to get our class "into shape" for writing real essays in less of a personal way. Ah, well. That's the joy of not giving a shit.
Children everywhere, I beg of you, take not my example, write not what I hand into teachers, and please, thou shalt not piss off the dean of students.