If you want happiness, dont attach yourself to people, attach yourself to goals and dreams. The only way dreams and goals can let you down is if you let then down, and so as long as you keep dreaming and working, you can always be happy. I feel like significant others, especially in high school, have been made out to be much more important than they really are. The same goes for prom, and homecoming, and first kisses, and all those strange social stigmas people seem to care about. Have you ever stepped back and wondered why you want to do something, thought about who you are and if what you are about to do reflects that or not? Have you ever wondered why you want something?
This past school year I did some self evaluation and learned who I really am. I cant dance to music I dont like and I dont socialize well at dances no matter how hard I try. I prefer talking to just dancing. So I realized prom just isnt for me. It is a combination of everything I dont like: paying an obscene amount of money, overly dressing up, taking formal pictures, and dancing. Why should I go? Why should I subject myself to a situation I find undesireable just because its what everyone does? Its an age old anti-conformist argument, just using more modern terms. I cannot respect anyone who intentionally places themselves in situations they dont want to be in purely because of social expectations. Doing something because your friends are doing it is never an excuse; and I would rather be fiercely me and have no one like me than be somewhat me and be liked by everyone.
Its amazing how much people will try to keep you from being you, and I urge you to never give in. If you feel something, if you have an opinion and youre too scared to share it, do so anyways. Its not worth holding it in, if someone cant be friends with you because they dont like the most honest truth within you then they arent worth your time nor your friendship. Its amazing how much closer friends you can make when you are as you as possible.
Can I say something without getting viciously attacked by feminists? This isn’t meant to be taken as a general statement, it is merely an observation, and it applies to a greater meaning than just what I’m about to talk about.
(In certain cases) girls do wear too revealing clothes and should be more cautious of how revealing they are. Allow me to reiterate: IN CERTAIN CASES. That does not by ANY means justify them being abused and sexually assaulted by maniacs who breath too much air, but it does mean that they need to be careful, and (sometimes) dress appropriately in certain cases. The situation is unfortunate, there are perverts and wastes of space out there who actually don’t think of women as human beings and are in severe need of a large dosage of death, and because of that you just have to be careful. Don’t go out in the middle of the night, by yourself, wearing short shorts and a torn shirt. It certainly isn’t your fault that some hydrogen to carbon dioxide converter has a faulty brain, but the situation is in your control. Never feel too safe or get too comfortable with the idea that you live in a safe neighborhood, use your judgement. I am not a girl, and I certainly can’t speak from experience, but this is just what I see, and my opinion is based on what I’ve seen and heard. If you disagree, tell me so kindly and explain where I might be wrong and we’ll talk about it.
I would also like to address this sort of “argument” that seems to spring up every time someone mentions this. Both sides of the argument are using too broad terms. One side says with complete conviction that “It is never the woman’s fault, the man always does something wrong” to which most opposers reply, “Women need to stop dressing like sluts.” I agree, it is never the woman’s fault, but it is PARTIALLY in their control. And I agree, SOME women need to be wary of the clothes (or lack thereof) that they wear when they step out of the house. Why can’t people just realize that the world is way too massive to make sweeping statements like what I just mentioned? I mean there are so many different cases of completely different circumstances, how can anyone possibly make a broad statement like that and not expect backfire?
This applies to most arguments in which a certain demographic is involved. Peoples opinions are based on their experiences and surroundings. If a white man has never met a black man who’s been to college, he is naturally going to think that black people don’t go to college. Why would he ever think otherwise? If a farmer in the middle of east no where has never met a gay person, he probably doesn’t think they exist. Let me relate this to you. You’ve never dropped something and watched it fall up, so naturally it is your understanding that gravity affects everything. What if I told you there is an object that does not obey the law of gravity? You would have to see it, or witness it to believe it wouldn’t you? Bringing this train of thought back to what I was trying to talk about, people aren’t necessarily wrong in making these broad sweeping statements. They can’t help it. Its all they know. All that you can do, is make sure you don’t make the same mistake, always consider the opposite. You don’t know everything and never will, so you can never make a perfect argument AND speak with complete conviction about a situation larger than yourself (It is at this point that I would like to point out the inherent irony in the argument I’m making). To sum it all up, don’t kill me for the opinions I expressed. Lets talk about it in a civil manner. Most importantly, lets avoid sweeping statements in all of our arguments here on out. Peace out internet.
I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.
How do you give a child, a teenager, their innocence back? Can you? What do you say to a 14 year old who’s witnessed something shocking, something terrible? What do you tell a 10 year old who’s witnessed a murder, or a bombing? What do you say to a 17 year old girl that’s been raped? How do you explain to them, that life is still beautiful? These are the kind of things that bother me. It almost bothers me that I’ve lived such an innocent life. I’ve never personally witnessed anything to take my innocence away, never drunk alcohol, done drugs, seen someone die, any of that. I am grateful for it, grateful for who I am, but it hurts to see someone younger than me who is less innocent than I am. It hurts me to imagine that they didn’t have a blissfully ignorant childhood as I had. I never thought of the troubles in the world, I’ve never worried about any of that, I’ve never bothered with them. I don’t know if thats a good or a bad thing, but it has always contributed to the happiness in my life. I have always felt safe and secure, always been happy with the way I choose to have fun, never felt pressured to hang out with certain people; and thus it bothers me to hear that someone younger than me was wasted at a party, or had sex with some stranger, or was beat by their parents. It bothers me not only because it affected them in that moment, but because it is a permanent infliction on their innocence.
I think everyone who is cursed with knowledge would agree, it definitely is a curse. Think about what life was like before you knew about the terrible things the world has to offer. Think about the simpler times, when nothing mattered as much. Where life wasn’t in your control, but it was pleasant. But who am I to say when someone is ready to do something. I don’t know. I’ll do what I want to do, learn what I want to, when I want to. And I don’t know if theres been a change over time, about the age at which kids lose their innocence; I just feel like there has been.
There are some people in my life that I wish I could turn back the clock for them, and change their direction, change what they had to experience. I wish I could change their parents, to show them that they should love their children and take care of them as though they were the only thing that matters in the world, the way that my parents raised me. Why can’t kids just be kids when they’re kids, for as long as possible? Why is it ok for children to grow up faster than they physically can? Why do we do this to them?
Does anyone else feel this way?
I know its crazy, but I just wish I was the catcher in the rye.
Well, this is my 1000th post… and I think I will commemorate it with a rant, something I take great pride in doing.
Let me begin with a thesis (something I normally don’t do): I know what I need to be happy. Scratch that, I decide what I need to be happy. As a matter of fact, everyone decides what they need to be happy. Happiness isn’t some universal constant that exists in one form. It, like my personal belief of god, exists within everyone like a unique biological organ- it does exactly what one person needs and wouldn’t work for anyone else.
For some reason, people think that happiness is something they need to search for, to find, or to achieve like a goal. Although happiness is a prize for achieving great things, or accomplishing goals, who sets those goals? If life is an RPG video game, who decides the final level you can reach? Who decides the high score? Have I asked enough rhetorical questions so that I don’t need to say who it is? I’ll tell you anyways. Its you.
Equality is total bull. Its impossible for people to be born equal when there are so many genes and DNA and pure randomness that goes into making you, you. So how can you say that what makes someone else happy will also make you happy? You might be a human like the rest of us, but you’re still comparing apples and oranges. You need what you need and there’s no one better than you to tell you what you need. You are the you-est you that has ever existed. There is no one else more you-er than you, so you just have to be you! Therein lies the key to happiness!
So you decide what you need to be happy. Couldn’t you just set really low goals and be happy all the time? Who’s motivating you to do anything with your life? You could just aim for the cheapest accomplishments in the world, you could never amount to anything meaningful, and you could live a meager life of pointless existence and still be happy because that is what you aimed for right? Well. Yeah. Yes, that is what I’m saying. Believe it or not. But who is to say that your goals are too low? Who has the right to judge your position, your achievements and accomplishments? You were born with a certain skill set and you were given some natural advantage. Your unique abilities are what make you you and they define your definition of accomplishments and success.
The conclusion that I have reached, in my life at least, is that happiness is a choice. A decision. There are many famous people who quote this exact idea. “People are just as happy as they make up their mind to be.” -Lincoln. I don’t need someone famous to give credentials to my idea, but it does help that Lincoln said that many many years ago. It helps because (and this blows my mind on a daily basis) millions of people have struggled through this exact same dilemma and for hundreds of thousands of years, and a few hundred years ago someone else reached the same conclusion I did. Are we humans doomed to insist on understanding the universe ourselves? Are we too self absorbed to believe that perhaps we’re not as one of a kind as we are? That perhaps our elders do actually understand more about the world than we do. Perhaps they’ve come to some conclusions that are beyond their ability to explain. We’re just too scared to see it. We’re just too blind. Human suffering has existed for as long as our species has existed.
Our minds are too complicated and too linear to understand the inherently nonlinear path the universe follows. The gray areas of morals press up against the hard edges of a bright yes or a dark no. We hack away at the gray spot, assigning white to one half and black to the other half, and fail to realize that there is no such thing as white and black. There is only whiter and blacker. There is only more right and more wrong. Our civilization is a mess of misunderstanding and confusion that has been misconstrued as peace and order. We have mistaken the random universe to be reasonable, to have borders and to behave.
I have a theory, about the next evolution of the homo sapien. Eventually, our human bodies are going to deteriorate. We have achieved enough control of our environment such that physical protection from the elements is becoming less and less of an issue. We will become smarter. Because education can never allow a human of inferior mental capacity to be able to trump one of higher mental capability, those who are smarter are destined to survive longer. Then there will be a key development. One child will be born with a strange development in their brain which will allow them to understand the universe in a way that no one has ever been able to in the past. It will be able to comprehend randomness. It will be able to see the world and universe for what it is. It will be able to accept the underlying process of the universe. Then, another child will develop the capability to see infinity. The ability to take infinity, all of it, and cram it into one comprehensible thought. After that, then and only then will humans be able to see and understand the universe properly. It will open new dimensions of thinking. New processes of thought that have yet to be thought. At least, thats just what I think.
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Let me tell you a secret about happiness, something I’ve learned over this past year. If you pretend to be happy for at least a day, you will naturally incite happiness in others, who will naturally incite happiness in you. In other words, if you pretend to be happy, you will be happy. Kinda like if you pretend to yawn you end up yawning anyways. Here’s what you want: you want to be happy. Lets work backwards. To be happy you need to do one of two things; either lower your unrealistic expectations of your life and find happiness in what you have, or find a way to improve your current situation. Either way, the best way to do that is with a positive attitude. So be happy for a day. If you have no reason to be happy, just feign a pleasant attitude the whole day, be nice to people who don’t deserve it, whom you don’t know, or to people you wish you knew. Let that pleasant attitude become happiness, it will happen naturally. Let that happiness grow until it is real. I dare you to pretend to be happy one whole day, smile through everything and tell everyone that your day is going perfectly alright, that nothing is getting you down, and that life is going your way. Be nice to every one and I assure you it will be physically impossible to not have fun and/or end up being really happy by the end of the day.
I’m not so sure how much sense this makes, but this idea made a pretty big difference to me. I see no harm in having happiness evolve from fake happiness because in my mind, any happiness is better than none. I think its better than just resolving that life sucks and isn’t fair. I think that as long as you’re smiling, thats all that matters. As long as you’re smiling and as long as you’re doing what you enjoy, you’re living. You’re only as happy as you allow yourself to be. This whole fake happiness turn real method also helps to boost self esteem. Think about it; if you can pull this off, you’re the person who can always be happy even in the worst of situations. Everyone respects that guy right? Everyone likes the person who can bring a smile to the table with their effervescent happiness right? Who can resist being jealous of him/her?
All this makes me really wonder how much of the sadness I’ve felt in my life is real and how much is fake. It seems to me that life will always have sadness, and it works in an opposite nature compared to happiness.
The second you entertain a bad thought, a real concern or a real bit of sadness, it can (depending on your mental constitution) foster fake sadness. In my experience, the moment I begin thinking about some small part of my life that bothers me; it grows to be much worse than it really is. Maybe thats just me.
People can be incredibly self involved. So much so, that they will shut out THE WHOLE WORLD and wallow in their self adulation. Take the stereotypical student at my high school. They care more about their own problems so much that they actually get upset with teachers when they try to give them assignments to help them. Thats not a really good example, but something as simple as listening to a teacher when they’re talking.
I don’t understand it. I don’t understand when one person is talking to someone else, and then the person who is being talked to just turns and starts talking to someone else. I don’t understand that. Can you do that? For some reason, people do that every day with teachers. They think that the teacher doesn’t notice, but they do. I was recently in my Video production teacher’s shoes, when I was trying to organize something in that class. The second I started talking, someone in the class started talking to someone else. Unlike most teachers, I stopped and looked at them, shocked. I just didn’t get it. I was talking, and someone else just starting talking over me. Why? Was what I was saying not interesting? I was just trying to help everyone get started on their projects. I was being nice and doing something to help everyone. As soon as the person realized I had stopped talking, they stopped talking too. I then continued and immediately they started talking again.
I was genuinely shocked. Like, I had no idea what to do or what to say. Maybe that person didn’t respect me or what I had to say, but they were distracting everyone else around them, some of whom that I think wanted to hear what I was saying. Then someone DIRECTLY in front of me took out their cell phone while I was continuing.
People do this all the time in class, and I’ve always just thought that teachers don’t notice it because they usually ignore it; but standing in front of a class, trying to tell them something important, I noticed all of it. Not only that, but it actually really hurt my feelings. It really hurts to have something really important to tell everyone and to have no one listen or give you even five minutes to explain what you need to.
This got me thinking about the kind of message we send our teachers these days. Most teachers that I’ve had have been dedicated to their jobs and to educating students for the right reasons. I have had my fair share of bad teachers who do it only for the money and don’t care one ounce about where their students end up, but the good outweigh the bad for me. I respect all my teachers thoroughly and I can’t believe I go to a school, live in a society, where blatant disregard for them is ok. Doing things like insulting their intelligence, ignoring them, and just back talking to them is ridiculous. We give more respect to people like the Kardashians and freaking Justin Beiber. THAT is ridiculous. I don’t want to live in a world where people respect Justin Beiber more than our teachers. People at least listen to his music whereas people text and talk to their friends during class.
The next time that you’re sitting in class and you’re considering ignoring your teacher, talking to someone else and/or just being rude; put yourself in your teachers shoes. They are actually trying to tell you something important. You might not think that it is important at all, but you owe it to them to at least listen. Thats just common courtesy. Thats just manners.
Sometimes, I just have to write. Its like an irresistible itch. Something will just start me thinking and I will HAVE to put it down on paper, or I will literally not be able to focus on anything until I do. I don’t even understand why I want to so badly. It might not even have such a huge purpose, but it helps to just put your thoughts into words.
There is definitely something magical about books and stories. They are the digitization and linearization of the purest thing in the world, ideas. I say that ideas are pure because they have no form, shape or color to describe them. When an idea is in someones head, it is like a cloud, a rock and a leaf at the same time. It is like a fully grown seed or an unplanted tree, because it is the beginning, middle and end at all of the same time. An idea is pure because it represents something that cannot be physical, and exists only in the mind of a person. And what is the mind of a person? It is of course the physical ‘grey matter’, but you can’t find ideas inside of it by prying it open. You won’t find anything but more red matter and more nerve cells if you dug your grimy hands inside someones head. No matter how hard you grasped at a gushy mess of human brain, you would never be able to juice an idea out of it, no matter what chemicals you put it through, no matter the size of the microscope you use. Like a beautiful mountain or a gorgeous sunset, it is a beauty you cannot hold in the palm of your hand. Not only because it is ephemeral, but because its size can be endless.
Think of the biggest thing you can imagine, and then think about something bigger. Believe it or not you can actually do that. You can do that forever. Think of nothing. Now think about what nothing would be like if you didn’t exist. Think about these things and you will see how much your brain can think. If you’ve never hurt your brain while thinking too much, and then continued to think, you haven’t been thinking enough.
I mean, sometimes I feel like Sherlock Holmes (to quote the pilot episode of the BBC show Sherlock), I mean, between you and me, why can’t people think? WHY DON’T PEOPLE USE THEIR HEADS? Why? Why can’t you just use that wonderful collection of grey matter that evolution has been so kind to grant you? God damn it just use it! Actually think about the world around you and you will be amazed at how much there is to learn out there! There is so much to learn, and I don’t understand how anyone can be complacent to the fact that they won’t ever bother to learn more than what they do in high school.
We recently read Crime and Punishment in school and I am now in love with this idea of an ‘extraordinary man’. The main character, Raskolnikov, talks about how extraordinary man have a ‘right’ to commit crimes because they have a duty, a calling, some purpose in their life that they need to fulfill at whatever cost. Well, what about the people who are just ordinary? What about them? Are they just forever doomed to lead nondescript lives, be ensemble members of other peoples lives and not even the main characters of their own? What kind of an existence is that? I find this idea so interesting because it is related to the idea that, “if I’m not meant for greatness, why think? Why learn more than I need to?”
How do you know if you’re meant for greatness? I’ll be completely honest, I think I’m destined to do great things. Great, by my definition. Many people will probably never know of my existence, but I know that I am going to one day achieve things that will make me feel fulfilled before I die. Whether or not I become rich and famous, I know that someday soon I am going to do something that will make me know that my time is done, and I will be ok with it. It is a strange idea but I have always felt like that. Now here is the scary part: so did Raskolnikov. He felt that he was an extraordinary man, that he had something to prove and something to give to society to improve it. He turned out to be wrong. He turned out to be just another criminal, just another murderer. He killed an old hag, and the he killed her wonderful god loving sister. He thought he was meant for greatness, turned out to be wrong, and then got clapped in jail for six years.
But, what if he was right? What if he was meant to do great things, but stopped himself short? He couldn’t have said it better when he said that “the great men on this earth must have the greatest sadness.” Because it is true. Extraordinary people HAVE the right to do commit crimes. Or more generically; extraordinary people have a destiny to fulfill, no matter what they do, they HAVE to believe in themselves and never second guess themselves. They have to believe that they are right otherwise they will never achieve what it is they need to achieve.
Can you imagine living like that? Can you imagine the feeling of knowing you are right and having the world against you, but knowing that you still need to go against them because for some reason, you know that you are right? It is crazy, it is hard to do, but if you are truly an extraordinary person, you know what you have to do. You know what is right. You know that you have to do what is right no matter what. If you are extraordinary, you have to do the right thing no matter how much everyone dislikes you because of it. If you are not extraordinary, then be happy.
Oh boy I haven’t done a rant in a long time. Here goes.
I love my parents. In two months, I’m going to be living by myself, and I can’t possible appreciate any more what they’ve done for me. They’ve resisted my stubbornness and always pushed me in the right direction. They’ve kept my head up during tough times but never bloated my sense of pride. They’ve helped me to understand the world around me while still keeping me independent and free minded. Who could ask for better parents?
I never ask them for anything. As a matter of fact, I haven’t ‘asked’ them for anything for a good few years, because everything that I could possibly need, they give me out of goodwill. I don’t understand it. It is the purest form of love in the world; the love parents have for their children. I think that is one of the defining qualities in cute animals that we find ‘cute’. As I was saying, pure love. Why? Because they feed me, clothe me, console me, give me pocket money every now and then, shelter me, protect me, and for what? Not because they are just obligated to. They do it because they want to. Because they love me. If you are alive right now, if you can afford to have internet and if you have treated your parents with some decent amount of respect, they love you.
Don’t ever EVER say that they don’t, assume that they don’t, or treat them like they don’t. If there is one thing I cannot stand, its kids that expect things from their parents. Your parents don’t NEED to give you anything. They could disown you and let go of a huge financial stress on their lives. They don’t NEED to take care of you and yet they choose to. Most of the time, kids my age don’t even realize how much their parents do for them, so much that they don’t even know how much their lives are going to change when they end up by themselves in college. They won’t realize how much their parents loved them.
That is what I don’t understand, is how much love a parent can have for a child. There is no love in the world that can compete with that. A parent would lay their life down for their child, in a way that even a very close and intimate lover would never do. It is truly beautiful the kind of instinctive protective mindset evolution has given parents. It is also amazing that so many different species of animals share this mindset.
I just wish more people saw this the same way I did. If your parents are near, hug them and tell them you love them. If they’re not, call them and do so. I can only imagine how gratifying it feels to hear that the child you’ve raised for the last 18 years is actually grateful for what you’ve done, and doesn’t hate you for doing the right thing.
Teenagers are such a fun little ball of confusion, oxymorons and misunderstandings, aren’t they? Everything we wish we had is right in front of our eyes, its just not the way that we want it. We always want everything to be so perfectly in a certain form, and we can’t have it any other way. We all suffer the same things yet claim that no one else has felt what we have. How is it that every single teenager can believe that they are so unique and yet be so similar?
First of all, is this condition new? I have no reason to think so. Thinking so would make me just like every other teenager. Then again, I am. Even so, I am trying to distance myself from that population in this rant. I think its safe to assume that this teenage condition is nothing new, that it has existed since the beginning of civilization. This time of life is so perfectly unbalanced, its hard to be rational and mature. Too young to be an adult yet too old to be a child. Not only that, but at this age you are expected to be able to know who you are enough to decide which college you want to go to and what major you want to get. You’re expected to focus on things like grades and studies when all your poorly misled mind wants is attention you already have and love you will never find. Does this sound unfair? To a teenager, yes. To an adult, probably not.
Unfairness. Fairness. Neither exist in the world, things just happen. Fairness is in the eye of the beholder. There is no universal fairness, one mans achievements is another mans suffering. Being a young adult, someone who is aware of the importance and perks of being an adult but not aware of the responsibilities and burdens they must carry, it is natural to feel as though you are going to rule the world. It is natural to feel that you deserve things and it is more than natural to expect things. Unfortunately, the world does not bend over to every whim of lonely teenagers. The world doesn’t do anything, things just happen. Being able to accept that things happen out of your reach, far out of your control is a huge part in growing up, and maturing.
I think that is one of the reasons why I am so excited, as opposed to many of my peers, about college admissions. I am fascinated by the idea that I have put 4 years of effort into something that is out of my control in the long run. Despite the best work that I have done, there is still a chance that I am not good enough for someone else. It might not even be my fault, there could just be someone better. Someone who is better suited for that school. Even at my best, I might not be good enough for a certain school… but that doesn’t mean I’m not good enough for every school.
What people don’t understand is that schools are like girlfriends. When a certain school rejects you, that doesn’t make you universally bad. It means that specific school isn’t your type. Similarly, when you reject schools, they genuinely thought you were their type. But you know better. You know that in the long run, it would never work out. Eventually, either you or them would have to leave to go for bigger better things. The major point here is though, that just like a girlfriend or boyfriend, there is always a school for someone. Everyone ends up with a school to go to if they take the time to look for one. Sometimes you really need to work hard to make them work for you, but nothing ever comes cheap. You deserve anything you are willing to work for.
SO I haven’t posted a rant in a long time. Thank you college applications, AP classes, work, and a general assortment of THINGS to do. Here is an extra long one. Something thats been on my mind for a while now.
When people think about the United States of America, they think about a world superpower. A very powerful and influential country that has played a major role in shaping the history of mankind. Some of the worlds greatest inventions have come from America. This country has successfully landed more Mars rovers than all of the other countries in the world combined. So then, why is it that the education system here is so weak? Why is it that every time anyone mentions removing government funding from other programs and giving it to the education budget, they are immediately accused of being a left wing extremist? The over-arching issue here isn’t money, but respect and value.
Before I delve into the intangible causes of this ailing system, let me explain some simpler, tangible, money related issues. No school gets the amount of money it deserves, and if they do, it isn’t budgeted nor implemented properly. For example in my high school, Fulton County gave a large sum of money to install Promethean boards in almost every classroom, set up over 200 decent Dell desktop computers, and buy software to allow teachers to give virtual tests and quizzes. Somehow, it slipped their mind to train teachers how to use their Promethean boards and their virtual quizzing and testing software. They didn’t give enough money to hire and pay teachers who would be able to teach computer related classes, leaving hundreds of nice computers unused and useless. Since my teachers realized my natural gift for understanding technology, I have been doing more work training them than the county has, and I’ve been doing it for free. Almost every day, a Promethean board’s audio will stop working or become unresponsive, and I would have to go and show the teacher how to properly troubleshoot their equipment. While technology has advanced significantly in the past few years and has created a new frontier for education, it is vital that we embrace it with proper planning. In the long run, my school would be better off with just having plain whiteboards and less computers with more pay for the teachers. Since all the money went to equipment that isn’t even being used, there is barely enough money left to allow students like me travel to film festivals with the Video Production class; a trip that would actually be educational and beneficial to my passion for filmmaking.
While throwing money at problems can act as a band-aid in the short run, there is a larger, deeper internal wound that needs to be remediated. Today, the respect people have for teachers has deteriorated into a kind of terrible contempt and disgust. Students no longer look up to their teachers as adults trying to help them get through the rest of their lives. Although this issue has been present for a long time (though not quite as aggressive as it is today), parents are a new threat. Students no longer learn to deal with unfair teachers and situations that are ever-present in a school environment; somehow a majority of parents have become over-involved in school affairs. If a literature teacher gives a less desirable grade on an essay, instead of letting their child learn from their mistakes and actually improve their writing, parents step in. The usual tactics include accusing the teacher of grading subjectively, making a mistake, or just being unfair. While in some cases the teacher might be in the wrong, since when has it been socially acceptable to have a parent come to school and argue over a grade their son or daughter got? What happened to the respect for teachers? What happened to the respect for education in general?
One possible cause of this could be due to the material-related concept of respect. The fact that the amount of respect one gives a person is directly proportional to the amount of material wealth the person has. This is nothing new, respect has always been based on physical appearance since the beginning of time. Even creatures in the animal kingdom base respect on the length of ones mane, the colors of their tail, and the like. Personally, I have trouble respecting an education system that does not respect its students. The curricula for high school courses across America is in such a terrible state right now, but no one seems to notice nor care. For example, the majority of high school physics curriculum doesn’t require on-level teachers to teach any scientific advancement since 1865. Thats the year the civil war ended, and slavery was outlawed. Einstein wasn’t even alive at that time. Students taking on-level physics will never learn anything about quantum mechanics, modern physics, light, electromagnetism, or any of the other great scientific discoveries. How can this country expect to continue being a world superpower if they don’t respect their youth? Students don’t find interest in science anymore because they don’t learn any of the newest and greatest discoveries and theories. America will never be at the frontier of scientific development if todays students aren’t interested in science.
Remember when President Kennedy said we would soon be going to the moon? The excitement, patriotism, and curiosity that swept the nation? The way the entertainment industry reacted in the years following the moon landing? Space was all the rave, the bees knees, the bomb-dot-com. Everyone wanted to talk about the future and how they would eventually be able to have weekend visits to mars, eventually time travel, go warp speed, have a vacation home on the moon; but not anymore. Today the dreams and aspirations have fallen to hover cars and 3d televisions and iPhones. People no longer dream of space voyage, of understanding the world around them. The wars between science and religion, democrats and republicans, liberals and conservatives, have muffled the innate curiosity of mankind. I just wish we could make things go back to the way they used to be. I never got to live in a world where science was genuinely cool… Its just so annoying and frustrating how little people around me find interest in the things that interest me. I can’t wait to go to college and be around like-minded people. To be with people who will actually accept me for the complete and total nerd I am.