and i mean debts, like, literally. as in, money debts.
and i know a lot of people are pissed, and there is a teeny little part of me that is too, but come on. in all reality, i would really have a shitty banquet and a field season than a fancy-ass banquet and no field season.
just saying. but idk, i guess people would rather spend a night eating lemon chicken than a season working for their, uh, “passion”…
when someone sings out loud and they get the lyrics wrong and it just sounds really stupid like o hey, they think they’re so cool because they’re up to date with the latest music when nothing that comes out actually makes sense because the lyrics are all wrong and crap.
or when people play an instrument but they’re playing it just to play it so there’s absolutely no consideration for the tempo or the emotion or the composition so all the notes are actually correct but in reality it sounds really horrible because it sounds like there are just fingers pounding on the keys that just all happen to be not wrong.
and then here’s an frustrated teenage girl next-door who’s prob pms-ing or something and trying to write some really important essay and she closes the door in order to drown out all the noise but there’s no effect because there are cracks between the doors and doorjambs and it’s not like any rooms are soundproof or anything.
I think there should be a law that says that all Filipino households should have soundproof rooms.
disregard the cockiness for a minute; i just need to let this out.
school is not hard.
in hindsight, it really isn’t.
not for me, at least.
the content had never been difficult for me. ask me to analyze a book, i’ll do it. ask me to solve a calculus frq, i’ll do it. ask me the process of photosynthesis, i’ll do it. ask me about some piece of history, i’ll even do that too. ask me to create an art portfolio revolving around one focus with visual connections, shoot — of course i’ll do it. ask me how to create the structure of all tenses en francais — i’ll do that.
what’s hard about school — what’s hard about being a full ib kid — is the time, the management, the b a l a n c e. put all that together and squish it into a year, and see for yourself how hard it is to feel like you’re still alive.
what’s hard about school is how much you have to commit to it, without being completely sure if there’s still a point in what you’re doing.
what’s hard about school is staying at home for a whole weekend when you were supposed to go shopping or to a museum or to some college open house because you’re stuck trying to look for stupid useless trivia about all the presidents that ever existed.
what’s hard about school is not being able to practice your choreography or the new flag-rifle-sabrework because you have a shitload of homework due the next week.
what’s hard about school is still retaining that sense of faith that all of this hard work is worth it when there are million-dollar celebrities out there being paid and famous for NOT DOING CRAP.
WHAT’S HARD ABOUT SCHOOL IS THE FACT THAT THE FREAKING ECONOMY IS DOWN SO MORE COLLEGES ARE ACCEPTING LESS STUDENTS SO ALL HIGH SCHOOL KIDS HAVE TO TAKE ALL THE HARDEST CLASSES IN ORDER TO HAVE BETTER CHANCES IN GETTING INTO DOING WHATEVER THEY WANNA DO WITH THEIR LIFE BUT STILL KNOWING THAT THERE WAS A STRAIGHT-C STUDENT WHO WENT INTO GOOD COLLEGES OVER A BUNCH OF STRAIGHT-A IB KIDS.
so really, the stuff we learn in school really is not difficult. at all. it’s fcking easy. it’s the confinement that takes over the lives of everyone.