AGAIN WITH THE COLLEGE.
Man, I was over at my aunt's house, and my uncle was talking to my cousin, something about college basketball, and then, all of a sudden Uncle drags me into the conversation:
"So, what college are YOU going to?"Seeing as my cousin had already graduated the grand institution known as "college," I knew automatically that Uncle was asking me.
--Why is my hand glittering? Salt crystals? I need to drink more water....--
I told him (Uncle) "I don't know," to which he replied the very cliché and very unexpected "Well, you'd better start thinking!" Oh, and by "unexpected," I mean COMPLETELY EXPECTED!!
*eye roll*
That's all anyone ever cares about. When I groaned and told my Uncle that my mother said the exact same thing, and that I was "gonna rebel and not go just because you guys want me to," my cousin chuckled and said "you're only gonna hurt yourself that way (man)." UGH. It's true, but the reality behind that irks me. The only reason why I have to go to college is because this idiotic society makes it that way. The only reason why I'll "hurt [myself]" is because in this world we need to get the "higher" education and pay for pieces of paper that say we're smart.
I think it was Machiavelli who said "It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles." That is, titles (or certificates in this case) don't respect or praise the people who hold them, but we the people raise those with the titles and degrees on a pedestal, and those at the top whom we admire so much aren't the brightest, necessarily. That's a good point we always make here. The truly competent are unable to afford or obtain these desired certificates from college when some of those bestowed with paper are well, idiots.
In "Phineas and Ferb," Dr. Doofenshmirtz shows his daughter this diploma to prove that he graduated from college, saying "they don't hand these out to just anybody." Vanessa (his daughter) looks at the document and shoots back, "to anybody with 15 bucks they do." Girl's got a point; if you pay enough, you can get these almighty pieces of paper that say that you're super-intelligent in a certain field (to a certain degree; do you have a bachelor's, master's, or doctor's?) and are totally qualified to get the best jobs. Whereas people who can't continue with college and drop out, but clearly have skills that are better than those of people with the paper, are ignored.
It's true, and you know it. While some people with college diplomas are awesome and doing things right, most of them, not so much. If not, then why is the world so messed up now?
Does anyone ever really want to go to college? Like, if we didn't have to worry about not getting high-paying/decent jobs (or our future place in society), would anybody go?
Alright, my last-two-days update (and more randomness):
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This part's about homosexual people again. SO made a little joking comment when I was singing "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry, saying I'd better not.
Then I asked what? Be gay? And SO said no...I asked And what if I was gay? Then what? Would you reject me? They said "no, but wouldn't be right." It went on for a little bit before I decided to let it drop, but basically, I was pressing them harder and harder about why and what's wrong with being gay/homosexual.
Then they said something about it not being right, 'cuz you know, God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. Man, I was kinda surprised. So I uttered in amazement, "so, you're one of those people," referring to 1) the fact that they had some issue with homosexuals, and 2) they actually went with that line. I don't get it. Me, I'm with the people who agree that God can make mistakes. Can't a homosexual girl be a guy in a female body, and vice versa? I think that "couples" were originally male-female for the whole repopulation thing. Apparently, God made us so we can't reproduce with the same gender, so the opposite exists. But actual love is a different matter, I think.
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Okay, so you know how I lost my ID the last of November? Well, first of all, I got in the school without any problem (acted like I had a hard time getting my ID out, kept moving by). Second, I got it back my very first class, 2nd period. Mr. F put it on my desk the minute I sat down. Mr G gave to him, and Mr. G found it in his mailbox. I'm soooo happy~ Thanxu, Kind Person Who Found and Returned My ID!!!
Yeah, I also found a dime; so I was 10¢ richer that day.
One thing sucked though. I was staying late becuz the theater group had its first production that night, and bro had to be there. And you know what? I lost my gloves. There is not a "smiley" that can accurately portray my feelings at that. Oh wait. There's one, on the internetz.
Yeah. I felt like screaming and damaging something. I lost my nice, purple insulated winter gloves. Right before winter (and the cold) hits. The sad part? I lost a glove last year too, before winter break, and it was part of an identical pair of gloves. I'm so sad, and FKING FRUSTRATED!! Why the bloody helk did I have to lose my gloves? WTBH did I lose them? I can't find them or any sign of them anywhere... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
It's been 2 days; I doubt I'll find them. And I don't think I'm getting new ones, like I did last year (I was lucky enough to get the exact same kind of gloves for Christmas). I mean, I know how it'll go down...
Here's an example or two of how it'll be if I tell my parents that I lost my gloves:
1) I tell Mother:
M: WHAT?! AGAIN, [my name]?! WEREN'T YOU THINKING?!! HOW COULD YOU LOSE YOU GLOVES, [my name]?
Me: Well, I had them in my pocket. They must have fallen out.
M: Did you LOOK for them?
Me [calmly]: Not the night I lost them; I realized they were gone in the car. And I can't find them anywhere at school, either. Not in the parking lot, or in little theater, or the lost and found.
M: Well, they're a nice pair of gloves. Maybe someone found them and took them.
Me: Maybe.
M: Well, now what, [my name]? Winter's right around the corner.
You know what? This'll go great as a story, so I'll put it in my "Narratives" section. YAY!!
Other topics: Friday I saw the play, and I liked it. I also found the back of a chair and a penny.
(1¢ richer!!--That's 11¢ in total)
Thanks to my long hours of loneliness and silence at school, I get little sleep and learned various glowsticks tricks on my own!! I'm so proud of myself (even though pride is technically a sin. :D). I found out how to get the timing for the "Halo", which is basically a "Butterfly" over your head. All the times bro and others told me I had to get the timing and know to sling it over my head on the "up" and bring it down on the "down," and Thursday I finally understand and kinda do it. I can get it like, once, then I have to stop, on account of the sticks clashing into each other. I also got bored during my stay at school and wondered about one-handed tricks while wandering the hallways. By Friday, I figured how to do a one-handed "Figure 8", and I was again proud. ^ u ^
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Oh yeah, in Orchestra there's this opportunity where these really good musicians come in and give private lessons to us students, which will be good for us, elicit our potential, and put us ahead of the class. Mr. M wants me to take the lessons, and my sister (I think it was her) made a face when I told her about it, asking if I was that bad. Hahaha. («why does that sound fake and lifeless in my head?)
Mr. M says I have great potential and talent and stuff, and he kept asking where my form was. I got the answer from ABOVE that it was too expensive, which is what I expected, and told Mr. M so. It gets a little tedious to describe after that, but Mr. M tried to persuade me and asked if it would be worth his while to call my parents and try to convince them too. I told him that they'd think about it and probably say no in the end, but looking back, I wonder if I shouldn't have kinda nonchalantly chased him away like that....
TRINNBLOOM'S VIOLA BACKSTORY:
I don't quite remember when, but at some point back in my childhood (my WAY younger years; I'm still a kid!) I wanted to play the violin. Maybe I saw a character on TV playing one, maybe I was just inspired by the scenes in TV shows and movies when the musician played the violin. Maybe it was because of the scene in "The Great Mouse Detective" when Basil screams out "My Stradivarius!" when someone sits on his violin. Who knows. But anyway, from that point on I wanted to play the violin.
I apparently told my parents, and I think they were all for it, although one made me learn to read notes and play piano first, which is something I did to satisfy my desire to my "Für Elise" after watching Charlie Brown. I think in 4th grade I was taught that there was, in addition to the violin, a viola (which is actually the bigger one; know that), a cello, and a bass in the basic string instruments. I still wanted to play the violin, but upon entering Orchestra this year, I realized that first of all, everybody plays the violin, particularly kids living in the suburbs. Also, the viola is a more ignored instrument, but arguably one of (if not the) most important. We have a supporting role; we make the difference between a good orchestra and a fantastic orchestra. Like, if we're not there, listeners know on the inside that something's missing. We do all the work, and the violins get all the glory. (Oh, and we're the only ones who read and play in the Alto clef. ^^)
So, yeah, I chose the viola, and I like playing it. My mom was surprised, saying she thought I wanted to play the violin. I explained to her that I didn't know there was a viola (in reality, I did; I just forgot about it), and I didn't know that much about it. But, now that I knew about it, I wanted to play it.
I would've liked to take the lessons, but times are tough; I know I can't do everything I want (like fly a plane, fly a helicopter, be licensed to drive a motor scooter, be a mixologist, etc.)
You know something: I have a feeling that if I did get the lessons I wouldn't have been able to practice, or that I'd lack the absolute drive to do it. I want to do several things, but I lack the concentration, depending on what it is. I always try though.
Regardless, I shall practice as much as I can. I told Mom that I'll just kick butt in orchestra for the next 3 years or so. 8D
(Oh yeah...I was supposed to practice my viola, but I checked my email, and instead I spent 2 hours typing this thing up. Jejeje...)
LOL. Sorry for spazzing on about nothing. But this is why I section this thing off.
[Edit: I don't know why, but Blogger says I posted this at 11:57 pm; I actually posted it at 2am; hence the title]
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