Marvel At Our Greatness...
I have difficulty understanding something? And maybe one of you can help me out. Why does school suck so much? Day after day, time and time again, its terrible. Its relentlessly boring. I could probably actually, I know I could, teach myself better than most teachers can teach me at that school. Now, I know this is not true for some of the teachers, but it so for most. It's just ridiculous and I am tired of it.
Today I went to school, again. I went to Pre-cal and learned some stuff on top of the stuff I already do not understand. Seminar wasn't fun because Mr. Beam is a dick. He whined at me that I am never happy with anything. That is because the school is crap and does not meet even the lowest of standards. But whatever, fuck him. (Probably shouldn't say that cause I think he's gay.) O well, then I went to lunch. Lunch is a mediocre time because it always feels that two people want to talk about something but they cannot due to the other people that are at the table. So that sucks. I did wish Isabel a happy birthday, very nice on the snacks. So then we had Anatomy. Which was gay cause we took an eye test which I missed at least three questions because Mr. Hildreth cannot teach. He pretended to teach, again, but failed so popped in a movie instead. That's ok cause I didn't want to pretend to learn, again. So then we got into English. I did a lot better than I thought I would. I do wish to express my appologies to the sixth block class that failed miserably. Sorry guys. Then I came home.
I do want to declare, though, that our class is especially unique. 35+ years ago, when our parents went to high school, they were the beginning of a new generation, stemming from the old generation that prospered as baby boomers. Now that era is complete, with us. We are the pinnacle of this generation. We are the most refined, the most respectable, the most intelligent. We are the best of the best. We can play the game longer, harder, and better than any in this generation that have come before us. I believe that we should marvel in our greatness and weep for those that come after us. We are the turning point for this generation. For the ones to follow us, they forge a new generation of sluts, whores, pimps, and bitches. Preoccupied with sex, alcohol, and drugs, they are forced to sludge through the mud in which was laid before them to clear the way for others in their generation, just as our parents had to for the generations that followed them, and evenutally, us. Their morals and values are completely lost altogether. Nor do they care, they have accepted their ways in life, though I believe it is because of the lack of fundamentaly beliefs in faith, that is neither here nor there. Let us keep this in mind, as we complete our high school careers and move on to new endeavors.
As mentioned earlier, about my mock epic/satrical story, there are three in the works right now. For the one I am working on currently, it will take place in the 1920s and involve the mafia. But I have not really said a whole lot about the other two. The first, covering eighth grade to the end of freshmen year, which will eventually span over five parts and five hundred pages, takes place in a fictional medieval times. The picture of the Knight above is what I have imaged the antagonist of the story to look like. You know, dark and scary, because that is his part. And the second story, covering three parts and three hundred pages, is of my sophmore year to the beginning of my junior year. It takes place in a fictional futuristic setting. Because it is an epic it would only be right to have battles. The second picture is what I used to envision my landing transports for soldiers, vehicles, and supplies. I'll end up telling you guys all of it at a later date. But that is all I have for now.
For some of you who feel that my posts are "inspirational" you are anything but funny. Though the comment is appreciated, I would be happier with something of more...value. Thank you. But mainly, comment people!
Well, I hope that all of you will have a good night and I will see you tomorrow.
Preston
Today I went to school, again. I went to Pre-cal and learned some stuff on top of the stuff I already do not understand. Seminar wasn't fun because Mr. Beam is a dick. He whined at me that I am never happy with anything. That is because the school is crap and does not meet even the lowest of standards. But whatever, fuck him. (Probably shouldn't say that cause I think he's gay.) O well, then I went to lunch. Lunch is a mediocre time because it always feels that two people want to talk about something but they cannot due to the other people that are at the table. So that sucks. I did wish Isabel a happy birthday, very nice on the snacks. So then we had Anatomy. Which was gay cause we took an eye test which I missed at least three questions because Mr. Hildreth cannot teach. He pretended to teach, again, but failed so popped in a movie instead. That's ok cause I didn't want to pretend to learn, again. So then we got into English. I did a lot better than I thought I would. I do wish to express my appologies to the sixth block class that failed miserably. Sorry guys. Then I came home.
I do want to declare, though, that our class is especially unique. 35+ years ago, when our parents went to high school, they were the beginning of a new generation, stemming from the old generation that prospered as baby boomers. Now that era is complete, with us. We are the pinnacle of this generation. We are the most refined, the most respectable, the most intelligent. We are the best of the best. We can play the game longer, harder, and better than any in this generation that have come before us. I believe that we should marvel in our greatness and weep for those that come after us. We are the turning point for this generation. For the ones to follow us, they forge a new generation of sluts, whores, pimps, and bitches. Preoccupied with sex, alcohol, and drugs, they are forced to sludge through the mud in which was laid before them to clear the way for others in their generation, just as our parents had to for the generations that followed them, and evenutally, us. Their morals and values are completely lost altogether. Nor do they care, they have accepted their ways in life, though I believe it is because of the lack of fundamentaly beliefs in faith, that is neither here nor there. Let us keep this in mind, as we complete our high school careers and move on to new endeavors.
As mentioned earlier, about my mock epic/satrical story, there are three in the works right now. For the one I am working on currently, it will take place in the 1920s and involve the mafia. But I have not really said a whole lot about the other two. The first, covering eighth grade to the end of freshmen year, which will eventually span over five parts and five hundred pages, takes place in a fictional medieval times. The picture of the Knight above is what I have imaged the antagonist of the story to look like. You know, dark and scary, because that is his part. And the second story, covering three parts and three hundred pages, is of my sophmore year to the beginning of my junior year. It takes place in a fictional futuristic setting. Because it is an epic it would only be right to have battles. The second picture is what I used to envision my landing transports for soldiers, vehicles, and supplies. I'll end up telling you guys all of it at a later date. But that is all I have for now.
For some of you who feel that my posts are "inspirational" you are anything but funny. Though the comment is appreciated, I would be happier with something of more...value. Thank you. But mainly, comment people!
Well, I hope that all of you will have a good night and I will see you tomorrow.
Preston
posted by Preston at 16:04
2 Comments:
Thank you, I take full resposibilty for my genius. Well I give some to God, some to my family, bit to friends and very little to instructors.
Preston
i reaaaly want to read your satirical epics...specially the 20s mob one.
danke!
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