Primary school's SATs were proudly and all too hollowly pronounced to be 'The rest of my life'. A few summers later, and now GCSEs are 'The rest of my life.' 'really?' I said. 'That sounds remarkably similar to what they said last time.' Then, a few days ago, according to a college interviewer - My life will change depending on my future AS courses.
Right.
my life, apparently, is dependant solely on a handful of qualifications and results... Which really, haven't at all been earned by me, but by the spoon feeding of them, to me, by teachers. The only way I have had an effect on them is the level of enthusiasm I have put into the making of them. which really hasn't been much at all, because I have always doubted the importance of them.
That, I find, is due to the whole sheepish following of orders that we must do to appease our 'superiors'. If we choose not to mindlessly follow their instructions, however, we are faced with consequences. No freedom of choice. No wiggle room.
And really, isn't this all a little hypocritical? We are taught how to walk and talk, Then to sit down and shut up. Our parents are overjoyed when we speak our first words, Then furious later, when answer them back. Granted we should listen to adults, and we should appreciate their input into our lives. But must we follow their word to the letter because 'they told us to?'. Or should we have to appease them, in order not to be punished. really, the only freedom we get is when we are out of sight of our parents and teachers. With people of our own age. Our friends aren't going to judge us for our actions, our peers aren't going to punish us for doing something we shouldn't...
Because we are all equal. And in their eyes, it's our personality that is the judge of our worth. not the qualifications we have or our GCSE equivalents.
This isn't written because I'm being rebellious and contrary. Its because I am able to question the logic behind it all. You don't need to listen, nor do I need you to. Just keep my, and generally, our points of view in mind.
Europe is over-rated. I mean, what's so great about it anyway? Not that I know anything at all relating to Europe but, you know.
ReplyDeleteI just have to say, your fish distracted me forever.
Okay, onto it then. I'm sorry I'm extremely lazy and I sleep forever. And I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to you.
But hey, that's life.
I'll help you in anyway I can, but I'll suck at it because I suck at helping people.
I like your blog, and it's amazing to see that not all sixteen year olds are morons. And you're funny. And this comment is incredibly stupid and I don't really know why.
Also, I read the second book of the Demonata series, it was pretty good. I'm just starting on the third and it already doesn't seem as good as the first.
Oh, and I'm glad you like my blog! I thought only old people read it and enjoyed it. You're probably the first younger person to comment in a long time.
So if you need help just comment on my blog and I'll try to figure out what to do.
This is surprisingly disjointed.
I think two well written posts are better than 200+ random and not so very well written posts. So basically, you're off to a great start.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Blogger has a lot of old people and if there are any young people usually they're really emo or are attempting to be 'scene' or whatever they call it. I just know they have poofy dyed hair.
You're welcome. Sorry I wasn't very articulate at the time. I was a bit nervous, didn't want to scare you off or anything. I seem to be good at that.
I don't have the fourth book yet, but if you say it's good it probably is.
What other books do you like?
Are you dead?
ReplyDeletePlease don't be dead. I like you, Rich. Can I call you Rich?