Okay, so I know starting this post with a quote from Twilight's Breaking Dawn does not make it seem that my following harangue will be all thought-provoking and empowering, and instead will only succeed in a few raised brows and snorts of laughter as you clicked the tagbox to tell me that I just need to chill. Or chillax, for people that think chillax is a cool word.
You can't be more wrong.
Not just the chillax being cool part.
The Breaking Dawn just about summarize how I feel about a certain crappy thing ie: high school.
Not just school in general. High school.
It all started when someone decided that students have to prepare themselves for the big, bad outside world by attending insituitions at the ungodly hour of 0730. We are invariably punished for tardiness, and have to attend mind-numbing detentions to make up for this "unacceptable deed." While being untardy may benefit us sometime if the far-off future, I do have this conscious feeling that teachers are more concern with our tardiness then other IMPORTANT things, like -don't laugh- bullies. Seriously. Do they give a shit about our inner voice and all that crap?
My definition of the inner voice means-what else- our personality. Apparently, this learning insituition known as High School is devised so that they can control our looks, our words, even our thoughts. Seriously. Imagine, we are sometimes stopped by the jailers-sorry, did I say jailers? I meant teachers- who starts a harangue like this one-only more shrill and less wordy- about how we have what seems to be two antlers hanging from the thing we call hair. Although I cannot abide that kind of hairstlye-seriously, the hairstyles are really the school's fault. I'll explain later- will having this kind of hairstyle make the world melt away like grease in a leaky frying pan? Will there be a second holocaust if we decided to leave two strands of hair hanging in front of our faces, or paint our nails every color of the rainbow? No. Admit it. Seriously, while I know certain jobs require us to tie up all our hair or something, it's not like the school is doing this for hygiene purposes. They just basically don't approve of the way we look.
The fact that our school is trying to turn us all into mindless zombies with similar, nondescript, and most of all, ACCEPTED hair styles and freshly ironed uniforms means that all the bright, vibrant personalities that all youngsters possessed is giving way to the similar, nondescript and banal grey personalities. When I ask you to imagine who dresses the most wacky, do you think of Lady Gaga? Remember her bubble wrap dress and 20 inch Alexander McQueen heels? Thank goodness she's the kind that does things her way. Honestly girls, can orginal can you be with rebonded x 20 hair and the same sloping fringe? This is also an example of a mindless zombie. We get insecure when other girls start dressing a certain style. Then we copy them. We have legions of people copying each other. For crying out loud, do people honestly think they are freaking gorgeous by following a trend? Yup, everybody follows the trends so easily now, because the school has drained our personalities dry. Thanks a whole bunch.
CCAs. Need I say another word? We are forced to particpate in the activities we loathe for hours on end. In some situations, when the CCA is actually a useful activity, the students loathe not the program itself, but the mundae repetitiveness, week after week. Who cares if I learn how to march in synchronization anyway? And do you honestly give a shit about senseless drills and the like? CCAs were apparently devised because the government wants to give us something to do in our free time. But honestly, I'll say that the average teen has enough drama in their lives then to cope with dull, banal activities that we hate to participate. Why? What will they benefit from it anyway?
So actually, why I'm hanraguing now is because MY CCA FORCED ME TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL FOR SOME IDIOTIC CAN THAT WILL PROBABLY LINGER ON IN THE DARKEST, MOST DEEPEST RECESSES OF MY MIND AT BEST. AND DID I MENTION THAT IT HAPPENED TO FALL ON MY BIRTHDAY? FML.
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