EMMJAY

As many words that I have floating around my head, as much as I can pour out from my mind right about now, all that I feel needs to be said can be put aside. For now, I present to you the current TL;DR humming about my conscience. No style, no prose and hardly any respect for syntax. As soon as I type this, I’m going to bed.

Statements about the people I go to school with and any other commentary I feel relevant:

1. My perception of who I used to think was the intellectual, respectable portion of my peers from grade 9-10 has completely changed. I now think of them as the most grading, irritating portion of people I know seeing as every time they don’t get what you want scholastically, they turn it into everybody else’s problem, including the teachers’. I especially hate it when I try to articulate something of interest or expertise of mine to them and what do they do? Shoot down my points because they know everything.

2. When you volunteer, do you do it to make a difference in the community as a selfless act of your civility or do you do it with pencil and paper in hand, tracking your hours to aggressively collect scholarship bounty? If volunteering counted as nothing more than volunteering alone, devoid of even recognition, would you still do it? Think about it. I for one have a line blurred between “volunteering” and common courtesy. One may think its selfish to have a “do what you care about” policy but upon further inspection, I give because what I do is something I love and I accomplish one hell of a lot more than if I were doing it simply to fulfill a certain time-caped requirement for some sort of compensation.

3. Next person who I hear complain about how [drunk/stoned/high/fucked/behind in their homework they got because of any of the above/many classes they missed in substitution of any of the above] they got, GETS PUNCHED CLEAR IN THE FACE. Ingesting any mind altering substance is not the matter of “Oops! The wind!” These are all personal choices one makes. Some choose to make them, others don’t. I thought it was beat into people’s heads since grade two about taking ownership for their actions but it appears that elementary education has failed its purpose if some who engage in such activities come out of what they perceived to be a fun experience, flat out whining.

4. Is it just me or is there something morally wrong with teachers telling kids what bars to go to after school?

5. I don’t see why having a cell phone detecting device for exams is such a controversy. If my phone rings in class, Grandma has died. If you can’t go two hours one afternoon without your umbilical cord to the social grapevine, GOD MOTHER-FUCKING BLESS YOU.

6. The demeaning comment made towards GATE at the grad ceremonies was unacceptable. I’m not saying that GATE is the perfect program but by no means is lesser to IB. GATE was designed to be an enriched curriculum whereas IB was meant to be a rigorous international curriculum where students are given the option to pursue university transfer credits. TWO TOTALLY SEPARATE THINGS. Sure, there are a lot of kids who had a high IQ in grade 4 who still stick it out in GATE to grade 12 even though their intelligence has expired but there are individuals in IB who just happen to have exceptional study skills, not necessarily creativity, wit or exceptional talent outside of what can be “learned”. GATE is also not a fall back option for people who don’t succeed in IB. No former IB students have been granted this privilege and even some GATE to IB, prospectively back to GATE students have been denied. Would you not think that this is a reason? I have 30 IB credits and 55 GATE credits. Consider my opinion informed.

7. Piggybacking off my last point and point 3, if you knew that all you were going to do was bitch about being in IB, did it ever occur to you that maybe you shouldn’t have been in IB in the first place? I listened to the same IB orientation speakers as the rest of you did and they pretty explicitly said “If you are in IB, you will have no life.”

8. Congratulations on choosing to pursue a career as a [lawyer/doctor/engineer/stockbroker/faceless, high-ranking business executive]. Don’t you dare look down on me for pursuing a career as a fashion designer. I’m going to University just like the rest of you and for somebody to lower the letter count in their words as soon as I mention my passion is outright diminishing. Bring the subject up with me in another ten years; that is if I can hear you through my fat seven digit annual wage.

9. Starbucks was not worth being mentioned over 9,000 times at grad- it is simply a place that smells really good and has Wi-Fi where you can purchase moderately overpriced luxury beverages which are usually served cold. I’m not a true cynic- I buy Chai tea there when it is convenient because that stuff is hard to make but it is by no means the product of my uncontained worship. Refer to the end of point 5 for what I think about people who show up late very day to class with Starbucks.

10. False political advocacy is worse than not doing anything at all. I’ll bet you that nine out of ten times I ask someone at our school why they hate George Bush, they will say “because he is stupid” or “because he is making his own citizens die in a civil war half way around the world”. Congratulations! You have cable and have watched CNN and got 1/4 of a joke on the Daily Show! People who blindly stand up for things sound familiar. Oh right, that uber conservative archetype easily persuaded Liberals hold of the redneck with the flagpole outside his trailer, rifle at his side and takes everything in the Bible out of context. False political advocacy is no better. Good to know you joined some Facebook group which claims to aid the current status of Burma, glad to see that that bag you’re carrying has abstract green friendly wording scribbled all across it. Shame to see that if you had really bothered to read the groups information, you would have noticed that the group is no more than a social badge and that bag is 20% rayon.

11. Just because Encyclopedia Dramatica hasn't deleted all of your updates, doesn't mean you'd last 10 seconds in my neigh/b/orhood.

TL;DR - OH HOW I CAN NOT WAIT TO DISASSOCIATE MYSELF FROM ALL THE STUPID FUCKS WHO SURROUND ME.