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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.

 

Have a wonderful year, everybody...

 

(Oh, by the way, on my 16th birthday I'm quitting school and becoming an alpaca farmer. Just thought that you should know.)

 

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