| I feel like IB English is something of what I've wanted all along; however, I do know that I will grow bored with it. Of course, writing a short story diagram (Exposition, conflict, etc.) isn't my idea of anything remotely stimulating, but I can deal with it if it means a 100 test grade (In a 5.0 class, no less). Still, it is saddening when I look at the book we're reading, and realizing that I have read better (And more provocative) novels in Middle School. Granted, they weren't school assigned *Shivers at the thought of The Giver*.
It is never helpful when you think out your opinion on a novel, tell it to the class, and have your teacher respond, "Yeah, I can see that." He then follows it up with his idea, the idea that should be written down as the "answer." He is the one who infers outside of what is written down, into whole other dimensions that no one else wishes to entertain or even half-heartedly support.
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| The sadness that comes at the idea that we are powerless is what allows people to believe lies. Nothing means anything, they just are.
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| Whatever they say is what I am
Ready as red.
And I have an idea! :]
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| Today's one of those days when I accept that I will forever be alone. Accepting it is kind of new, and doesn't make me feel too much better. It does do something about the hopelessness, however.
Even if I find someone exactly like me, strange in the same way and needing in it the same way, it won't match up everyday. It's because I don't match up everyday. Loneliness is perpetual, it seems.
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| Nobody likes you Everyone left you They're all out without you Having fun
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