Of Course I Would

To top off the hell that high school brings, I start my JC course. Currently taking nine classes I ask myself, "Can I even stomach making my life harder?” Well yesterday I manage that by spraining my left hand and wrist. Not only do I get to continue my classes with a sprained wrist, but I have to endure (from what we think) a month of one handed ASL. GREAT. My right arm getting tired from only using it, I will soon be a double arm cripple. Not to mention my back is giving me hell for sleeping on the couch last night (I fell asleep while icing my hand). At this point I am really just trying to search for the positive, albeit proving difficult. As much as I hate complaining to the internet, I feel like absolute hell right now and really just feel like writing. Huzzah for a short report.

Everyday life...

I didn’t know what to write so this sums up the past 48hrs of life.

Things you hear during the day…make it all worth wild.

When time is spent on the superfluities of social acceptance, how is it one can keep their goals in mind? When you are being thrashed about by society’s line of power how can you stay true to yourself? As children are pushed through a funnel of socially acceptable behavior, they are molded into what the citizens of today should be. …so we should all be Mc. Donald’s chicken nuggets, I see now. Why is blue paint blue? Well class in a simple answer it just is, now sit down shuttttaaup and listen. I am the pimp around these places and you are my bitches.

How is it a woman can have two vaginas and still walk perfectly normal? Yeah answer that. Now, let me say this, I will disrespectfully disagree with you. But, if caterpillars are green then why are butterflies all sorts of colours?  I am a lazy ass…you are a lazy ass…these are reasons we can’t be together. That burning sensation you get on your butt when you sit on a heat pack. Woah man I thought you were gonna say something else. Distance doesn’t change a thing, I love you…

It is odd to hear these phrases said out of context. The first one, though sounding like a high schooler, was said by a 4^th grader in Safeway this morning when his mom asked if he wanted PB and J or a bologna sandwich. In the child’s frustration over the choices, he ranted about conformity and how all the fourth graders bring PB and J and bologna sandwiches to school. His mom tired of the complaining and probably feeling dumb herself, compared this situation to chicken nuggets.

And while discussions about paint, pimps and bitches sound like a young adult audience, the real perpetrators were a group of old people sitting at a table on the green playing cards. Though women with two vaginas can be talked about on the radio, swear words must be bleeped out of songs. And if in AP we can disrespectfully disagree with you and if high math students can question the colours of caterpillars and butterflies—then we know we are on the right track for college.

            If teachers can admit that they are lazy asses and can’t work together, then maybe their butts wouldn’t burn on heating pads. But when someone unexpectantly says I love you, when they are less than a few feet from you, you feel your heart fill up. It isn’t until they walk away does the term love really begin to take its full meaning. How strong two people can be, how strong their bond is, and how much you are willing to fight. To the end of the Earth—or would that be too close for love to be judged?