Thursday, February 23, 2006
school is getting worse and worse each day. haiz. especially with our dear *cough* CT getting more and more moody each damn day. i really don't understand what is it with him. does he really care so much about what the management thinks about him? how far will it go before he realises that maybe we, the class, might actually be human, and not just pawns in his game of life, trying to impress the upper echelons. he doesn't care about what happens to us. he just cares about whether he's setting a good image for those who control his career. doesn't he think that we can feel too? doesn't he think for even a minute that we might actually be affected by all the shit he throws at us? say all you want about leaving other classes and being concerned about our own class. here's what i think: we're already different enough with you running the class. how about trying not to segregate us from everyone else. if you want to do that so much, go start your own bloody school.
you think you're so good. with all your brain power (?). you think you're so smart. and you think the world, and especially the class, revolves around what you want. in fact, i'm pretty sure you want everyone around you to think like you do. all you can do is impose your own rules on us. think about this for a moment. your rules aren't the only ones that exist. if they were, then this would be a very sad world. when two sets of rules happen to clash, by no fault of our own, you automatically assume that your rules and your demands are above those of the rest of the world. well, it's time you woke up and thought about other people for once.
the class is not a military camp. you talk so much about how you're preparing us for NS and all that crap. think about this for a while: we are 17, and some not even there yet. there are four girls in the class. maybe you have been treating previous classes like army camps, but times have changed. we have girls in this school, in this class, in case you haven't noticed. you act as though everyone in the class has a heart of stone like your own. you cut your hair in the hopes that we'll follow. so this is how i see it: you see us as your 'soldiers' in some fantasy war that goes on in your head. or as ceremonial soldiers with which to impress the powers-that-be.
i will tell you now. you can treat us however you want. you say you don't like scolding us, because you say we'll hate you and whatever. well, we hate you already. so don't bother trying. scold all you want. you are only one person. we are a class. we are a family. i doubt that has any meaning in your sadly deficient vocabulary. but that's what we are. hurt one of us, you hurt us all. maybe you enjoy making us submit to your demands. well, we have no choice, but you can bet that we won't make it easy for you. we will fight you. and we will win. because we are fighting for our survival. a cornered fox is all the more dangerous. that's the position you've placed us in, and so you have left us with no other choice. either we fight or we roll over and die. and there is no way that we will just submit meekly to your will. if we did that, we wouldn't be any more than animals. so we will fight. we will resist. we will rebel. because you have left us with no other choice.
i'm sorry i couldn't help you just now liz. i hope you're alright.
blah. that felt good.
looked up at 10:02 PM
(go figure my age)
4.16 Enoch in '05
5.4 Numbers (Staplets?) in '06
Break dancer in training
Plays the Cello
Wants to learn Violin
Wants to learn Flute/Clarinet