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I had a nice long entry about how my education has sucked, and how toothpaste burns, and such, but then AOL crashed because of this stupid popup stuff that it keeps doing (beats me where it came from). I can't wait to get to college, and not have to deal with AOL anymore. It's a shame my parents are so attached to it. Like you can't get the internet without AOL's extremely annoying interface. I'm not sure I want to retype it now.. but I'll try again. I hate losing anything I've written, and the entry had turned out to be pretty long. Computers need to crash a whole freaking lot less. Why, in more than however many years of the computers' existance, have we not created a stable platform? Why the heck are we running Windows?! Arrrrrgh!
I'm also wondering why the colours on my journal seem to have disappeared. Earlier today, none of the entries showed up, either. It's rather frustrating (but not as bad as when I was afraid I'd lost all my entries). My toothpaste is still burning my mouth, even though I spat it out about 15 minutes ago. Why dose Colgate abuse my mouth so much? I miss my Crest!
So, um.. yeah. What I was going to say.. I was thinking about all the things that I could have done in high school. Just my senior year, we wasted at least a month of Calculus, English, and French. It was insane. Sure, we did watch some movies in English, but we did nothing at all in Calc, which was horrible since I'm going to forget it all before this fall. Especially since I didn't understand a whole lot of it in the first place. The same goes for Physics. At least the professor understood it, but I didn't. I just knew when to use the formulas, but not how or why they worked. And if I don't know that, I can't understand it at all for a period longer than notes to test. In French we didn't accomplish anything this year. I don't think I know enough French to get myself out of a street café... I don't think I know enough to drive myself out of Quèbec, actually. What's even worse, though, is that my entire knowledge of grammar comes from learning French. Before French, I don't remember a single class that ever focused on grammar in a coherant way. No wonder we can't learn languages, or write. If I don't remember learning English grammar before ninth grade (a good 6-7 years later than the best time to learn new languages anyway) there's something seriously wrong with the school systems, non? Of course there are some things from French that I will always remember. The "Oui j'ai une banan et ma banan est jaune" song, because I changed the words to it. I also sang different words to the French national anthem, though (at least not when it was for a grade, though). The épinard sanglant was raised. The French national anthem was too bloody, it needed some vegetables... bloody ones. Why was creativity always crushed at my school? Eighth grade wasn't bad, but the peer pressure not to be weird was. Ninth grade was scary, there was no reason to do anything in tenth grade, eleventh was the only year I was allowed to be creative, and this year, when I tried what I'd done in eleventh grade, it got me pretty much automatic hate from the teacher. What kind of school is it that does that to people? Howscome my teachers in math and science barely understood anything in their field besides exactly what they were teaching, and they often didn't understand that either? We need better teachers. Sometimes I wonder how I've even come to have an interest in science. Every person I tell either acts all intimidated, or tells me I'm crazy for wanting to spend my life looking at the stars, and I should go learn a trade because I can make money. Money is such a stupid thing. But, alas, it seems to be what makes the world go round. It is the motivation for so many people. If we somehow got rid of it, and still maintained a society, would people actually pursue the things they really enjoyed?
SUVs are really evil things. People that drive them don't know how, and they don't know how big the flipping things are. Maybe if they didn't always block my view of things coming down the road and cause me to almost get hit by a speeding angry Volkswagen Beetle in the middle of a rainstorm, I wouldn't hate them so much. Nothing is worse than the abomination that the H2 Hummer is, though. What a useless, bizarre, environment-killing status symbol. What is the point of paying 50-some thousand dollars for a monstrous, boxy pile of metal that you can deflate the tires in? Can you blow them back up? No, probably not. What's the point? Who on earth ever drives these things off the road? What happens if one hits a little car? It doesn't matter, does it, since they're rich even if they get sued, and chances are the people in the car died anyway, hmm? Of course, I also harbour a vendetta against people that have trucks for no apparent reason (if you're not hauling anything, why waste the space??).
Umm.. yeah, that was rather long and rambling and such. I wanted to finish reading The Demon-Haunted World tonight, but between re-typing this and everything else, it's not going to happen. Just a few more chapters to go. I think I will have to read Cosmos. For some reason, there's a strange story I remember from a show on PBS that I loosly associate with Cosmos. It was about searching for life on other planets. The host, as an example, decided he would have lobster for dinner, and set the table, but since no lobster came to his plate, he deduced that there must be no lobster. It was a good little story to argue that there probably are other worlds with life out there, but I can't remember at all where the story came from. I was reading a story in some science magazine at the libary about potential ways to get ourselves to nearby stars within a human lifetime. I want to work on that someday. That would be the coolest job in the world. Maybe.. maybe someday.
I'm also wondering why the colours on my journal seem to have disappeared. Earlier today, none of the entries showed up, either. It's rather frustrating (but not as bad as when I was afraid I'd lost all my entries). My toothpaste is still burning my mouth, even though I spat it out about 15 minutes ago. Why dose Colgate abuse my mouth so much? I miss my Crest!
So, um.. yeah. What I was going to say.. I was thinking about all the things that I could have done in high school. Just my senior year, we wasted at least a month of Calculus, English, and French. It was insane. Sure, we did watch some movies in English, but we did nothing at all in Calc, which was horrible since I'm going to forget it all before this fall. Especially since I didn't understand a whole lot of it in the first place. The same goes for Physics. At least the professor understood it, but I didn't. I just knew when to use the formulas, but not how or why they worked. And if I don't know that, I can't understand it at all for a period longer than notes to test. In French we didn't accomplish anything this year. I don't think I know enough French to get myself out of a street café... I don't think I know enough to drive myself out of Quèbec, actually. What's even worse, though, is that my entire knowledge of grammar comes from learning French. Before French, I don't remember a single class that ever focused on grammar in a coherant way. No wonder we can't learn languages, or write. If I don't remember learning English grammar before ninth grade (a good 6-7 years later than the best time to learn new languages anyway) there's something seriously wrong with the school systems, non? Of course there are some things from French that I will always remember. The "Oui j'ai une banan et ma banan est jaune" song, because I changed the words to it. I also sang different words to the French national anthem, though (at least not when it was for a grade, though). The épinard sanglant was raised. The French national anthem was too bloody, it needed some vegetables... bloody ones. Why was creativity always crushed at my school? Eighth grade wasn't bad, but the peer pressure not to be weird was. Ninth grade was scary, there was no reason to do anything in tenth grade, eleventh was the only year I was allowed to be creative, and this year, when I tried what I'd done in eleventh grade, it got me pretty much automatic hate from the teacher. What kind of school is it that does that to people? Howscome my teachers in math and science barely understood anything in their field besides exactly what they were teaching, and they often didn't understand that either? We need better teachers. Sometimes I wonder how I've even come to have an interest in science. Every person I tell either acts all intimidated, or tells me I'm crazy for wanting to spend my life looking at the stars, and I should go learn a trade because I can make money. Money is such a stupid thing. But, alas, it seems to be what makes the world go round. It is the motivation for so many people. If we somehow got rid of it, and still maintained a society, would people actually pursue the things they really enjoyed?
SUVs are really evil things. People that drive them don't know how, and they don't know how big the flipping things are. Maybe if they didn't always block my view of things coming down the road and cause me to almost get hit by a speeding angry Volkswagen Beetle in the middle of a rainstorm, I wouldn't hate them so much. Nothing is worse than the abomination that the H2 Hummer is, though. What a useless, bizarre, environment-killing status symbol. What is the point of paying 50-some thousand dollars for a monstrous, boxy pile of metal that you can deflate the tires in? Can you blow them back up? No, probably not. What's the point? Who on earth ever drives these things off the road? What happens if one hits a little car? It doesn't matter, does it, since they're rich even if they get sued, and chances are the people in the car died anyway, hmm? Of course, I also harbour a vendetta against people that have trucks for no apparent reason (if you're not hauling anything, why waste the space??).
Umm.. yeah, that was rather long and rambling and such. I wanted to finish reading The Demon-Haunted World tonight, but between re-typing this and everything else, it's not going to happen. Just a few more chapters to go. I think I will have to read Cosmos. For some reason, there's a strange story I remember from a show on PBS that I loosly associate with Cosmos. It was about searching for life on other planets. The host, as an example, decided he would have lobster for dinner, and set the table, but since no lobster came to his plate, he deduced that there must be no lobster. It was a good little story to argue that there probably are other worlds with life out there, but I can't remember at all where the story came from. I was reading a story in some science magazine at the libary about potential ways to get ourselves to nearby stars within a human lifetime. I want to work on that someday. That would be the coolest job in the world. Maybe.. maybe someday.
