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Evening all... I feel awful and just completed a short English essay in about an hour. Why not have a read? I was going to write about more and mention some of the people on forum but I couldn't be bothered.
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I’m nearly sixteen years old. It seems a long time. Although a thought just came into my head, it’s not really when you think about it. Look at a day, twenty-four hours, and a lot of which you spent asleep or at school wishing you were asleep. Now I reckon I’ve lived nearly six thousand days. Seems a lot lower I feel when you say it like that, first reaction when you say sixteen years is that you’ve been around forever but really you haven’t. Seconds, minutes, hours, days they all seem to go by extremely fast, especially as you get older. Like today, I’ve not done much at all, just knowing I need to do this essay.
Out of the six thousand or so days only a few I seem to remember, for example I can only picture a few things of what happened in the first four years of my childhood. My brother’s birth, my old room and a few others muddled things. What I find strange yet interesting is looking at things you have done but have no account for. Say seeing a photograph of yourself waving a fist at Margaret Thatcher, influenced by my dad no doubt. Or Chemistry notes from the week before.
Life is quite a short thing when you look at it in perspective and it could all end the next day for all you know. To me its just leading to death, sounds depressing but it’s the truth. Now after death who knows? I don’t believe in heaven or anything to do with religion. Just think little good comes out of the whole thing, but that’s just my view. I have my own theory but I’ll keep that too myself just now as it is hard to explain, like me I guess. Really I’m just killing time, making the best out of it until that day comes.
I think people are always constantly looking to the future too much. They don’t appreciate say their youth, the time with families and such. This year at school has been particularly difficult and tiring. Its constant learning and homework, which is all supposedly leading to my future. I don’t have a clue what I will be like years down the line. I just like to feel I am partially intelligent and educated, I don’t really mind what grades I get. I want to go to University but I do not have the faintest what to do. I don’t mind that much. I just want to be happy and relaxed when I’m older. Not stressing myself out in some office job. I just want a job I enjoy, not necessary high pay, just to be comfortable. Have good friends and family and all that.
As for the near future I try to look forward to something good, it helps me work. Right now its Christmas, a holiday and well I love that time of year. Broken down further, tomorrow night, intoxicating myself with friends. Right now it’s just to finish this essay. One fact I am sure of is that I’m not staying here in East Kilbride or Scotland as a matter of fact. I hate the place, it depresses me. I hate the majority of the people, the weather is awful and sixty’s concrete buildings make me want to vomit. I’m sure most places will have the same effect but I’ve had enough of East Kilbride for a lifetime. I think the only reason people stay is patriotism. Which I don’t understand.
I’m not necessary proud to be Scottish, to be British or to be a part of humanity. I don’t see why you should be. Most of the people in the world are morons. A good number of which are politicians. A bunch of war-mongering, hypocritical old men who grunt and act like immature school children and there supposed to stand for us, hate them. I just went for a drink and noticed on the idiot's box, that there was an advert for politician of the year. So there going to award them for supporting the bullying exercise by America on Afghanistan. I get frustrated at that so I’ll stop there.
I hate the majority of people, sounds a bit harsh but is true. Its just normal human nature I guess, people insisting on war. People who are racist, sexist etc. People who love to have power and love to inflict pain. The fact that they are moronic, they aren’t nice and are simply thick. If only everyone was like me, just kidding, it would probably be worse.
Well I like to think I have good morals and such. Although I suppose I can be a little bit of a hypocrite at times. What I mean is I have a view on something but I never live up to it. Like a while ago I decided I was going to be a pacifist, but I always end up fighting with brother for some immature reason. Things like that. I like to be open-minded, I have my view at start but I’m always more than willing to let someone else try and persuade me otherwise. What I hate is somebody who is not. There ways always right, you can never win and it enrages me. This is why I have decided to read every religious book in my life, Bible, Koran the lot. Why? Well because religion is one of my pet hates in life. In saying that of course I respect other peoples views so in reading them I can then state my views with evidence if you know what I mean? You never know it could open my eyes and I could become a monk.
I don’t like being stereotyped as a teenager, sure I’m miserable a lot of time like most people my age. Although in saying that I’m honestly not a very miserable person. I need to laugh very regularly to get through the day and I seem to make people laugh myself, unintentionally I just say what I think on issues and act normal. Or not normal as people would say but what is normal? I get on with my parents fine, I actually think there great most of the time, just don’t tell them that.
This last year has been quite strange. I have changed a lot, probably for the better. If I had written this essay a year ago it would be worse than it is. It would be less open and something stupid like football. I like the way I’ve turned out. Sure this essay is very negative but I like stuff like that, it relates to me more. I am also sure I have written a better essay like this than if I went on about the sun and flowers.
Now I must stop writing, as usual I have left this to last minute. It is getting late and I must go and try and get some sleep. I hope I have given you some insight into my mind. Now if you excuse me I’m off to put the Manic Street Preachers on to soften my Insomnia.
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Well Meka posted a story :), and the ending was to make teacher feel guilty as she gives me too much work.
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I’m nearly sixteen years old. It seems a long time. Although a thought just came into my head, it’s not really when you think about it. Look at a day, twenty-four hours, and a lot of which you spent asleep or at school wishing you were asleep. Now I reckon I’ve lived nearly six thousand days. Seems a lot lower I feel when you say it like that, first reaction when you say sixteen years is that you’ve been around forever but really you haven’t. Seconds, minutes, hours, days they all seem to go by extremely fast, especially as you get older. Like today, I’ve not done much at all, just knowing I need to do this essay.
Out of the six thousand or so days only a few I seem to remember, for example I can only picture a few things of what happened in the first four years of my childhood. My brother’s birth, my old room and a few others muddled things. What I find strange yet interesting is looking at things you have done but have no account for. Say seeing a photograph of yourself waving a fist at Margaret Thatcher, influenced by my dad no doubt. Or Chemistry notes from the week before.
Life is quite a short thing when you look at it in perspective and it could all end the next day for all you know. To me its just leading to death, sounds depressing but it’s the truth. Now after death who knows? I don’t believe in heaven or anything to do with religion. Just think little good comes out of the whole thing, but that’s just my view. I have my own theory but I’ll keep that too myself just now as it is hard to explain, like me I guess. Really I’m just killing time, making the best out of it until that day comes.
I think people are always constantly looking to the future too much. They don’t appreciate say their youth, the time with families and such. This year at school has been particularly difficult and tiring. Its constant learning and homework, which is all supposedly leading to my future. I don’t have a clue what I will be like years down the line. I just like to feel I am partially intelligent and educated, I don’t really mind what grades I get. I want to go to University but I do not have the faintest what to do. I don’t mind that much. I just want to be happy and relaxed when I’m older. Not stressing myself out in some office job. I just want a job I enjoy, not necessary high pay, just to be comfortable. Have good friends and family and all that.
As for the near future I try to look forward to something good, it helps me work. Right now its Christmas, a holiday and well I love that time of year. Broken down further, tomorrow night, intoxicating myself with friends. Right now it’s just to finish this essay. One fact I am sure of is that I’m not staying here in East Kilbride or Scotland as a matter of fact. I hate the place, it depresses me. I hate the majority of the people, the weather is awful and sixty’s concrete buildings make me want to vomit. I’m sure most places will have the same effect but I’ve had enough of East Kilbride for a lifetime. I think the only reason people stay is patriotism. Which I don’t understand.
I’m not necessary proud to be Scottish, to be British or to be a part of humanity. I don’t see why you should be. Most of the people in the world are morons. A good number of which are politicians. A bunch of war-mongering, hypocritical old men who grunt and act like immature school children and there supposed to stand for us, hate them. I just went for a drink and noticed on the idiot's box, that there was an advert for politician of the year. So there going to award them for supporting the bullying exercise by America on Afghanistan. I get frustrated at that so I’ll stop there.
I hate the majority of people, sounds a bit harsh but is true. Its just normal human nature I guess, people insisting on war. People who are racist, sexist etc. People who love to have power and love to inflict pain. The fact that they are moronic, they aren’t nice and are simply thick. If only everyone was like me, just kidding, it would probably be worse.
Well I like to think I have good morals and such. Although I suppose I can be a little bit of a hypocrite at times. What I mean is I have a view on something but I never live up to it. Like a while ago I decided I was going to be a pacifist, but I always end up fighting with brother for some immature reason. Things like that. I like to be open-minded, I have my view at start but I’m always more than willing to let someone else try and persuade me otherwise. What I hate is somebody who is not. There ways always right, you can never win and it enrages me. This is why I have decided to read every religious book in my life, Bible, Koran the lot. Why? Well because religion is one of my pet hates in life. In saying that of course I respect other peoples views so in reading them I can then state my views with evidence if you know what I mean? You never know it could open my eyes and I could become a monk.
I don’t like being stereotyped as a teenager, sure I’m miserable a lot of time like most people my age. Although in saying that I’m honestly not a very miserable person. I need to laugh very regularly to get through the day and I seem to make people laugh myself, unintentionally I just say what I think on issues and act normal. Or not normal as people would say but what is normal? I get on with my parents fine, I actually think there great most of the time, just don’t tell them that.
This last year has been quite strange. I have changed a lot, probably for the better. If I had written this essay a year ago it would be worse than it is. It would be less open and something stupid like football. I like the way I’ve turned out. Sure this essay is very negative but I like stuff like that, it relates to me more. I am also sure I have written a better essay like this than if I went on about the sun and flowers.
Now I must stop writing, as usual I have left this to last minute. It is getting late and I must go and try and get some sleep. I hope I have given you some insight into my mind. Now if you excuse me I’m off to put the Manic Street Preachers on to soften my Insomnia.
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Well Meka posted a story :), and the ending was to make teacher feel guilty as she gives me too much work.
I did one short story in school. That's it. Same as Meka otherwise.
Nice little read Sheepy.
Nice little read Sheepy.
Brilliant!
=B0p
=B0p
It was certainly an interesting read.
I never got to write about stuff like that at school, it was all writing essays regarding novels or plays we were studying, never anything creative.
Damn dirty schools, robbing kids of their creativity. I reckon that set me back in what I want to do more than anything else.
I never got to write about stuff like that at school, it was all writing essays regarding novels or plays we were studying, never anything creative.
Damn dirty schools, robbing kids of their creativity. I reckon that set me back in what I want to do more than anything else.
Great. Marvellous. A Thorough Read. Shouldn't Be Missed. - The Daily Mail
My opinion?
Oh, right...
Very Good. Marvellous. A Must. :D
My opinion?
Oh, right...
Very Good. Marvellous. A Must. :D
Evening all... I feel awful and just completed a short English essay in about an hour. Why not have a read? I was going to write about more and mention some of the people on forum but I couldn't be bothered.
-------------------
I’m nearly sixteen years old. It seems a long time. Although a thought just came into my head, it’s not really when you think about it. Look at a day, twenty-four hours, and a lot of which you spent asleep or at school wishing you were asleep. Now I reckon I’ve lived nearly six thousand days. Seems a lot lower I feel when you say it like that, first reaction when you say sixteen years is that you’ve been around forever but really you haven’t. Seconds, minutes, hours, days they all seem to go by extremely fast, especially as you get older. Like today, I’ve not done much at all, just knowing I need to do this essay.
Out of the six thousand or so days only a few I seem to remember, for example I can only picture a few things of what happened in the first four years of my childhood. My brother’s birth, my old room and a few others muddled things. What I find strange yet interesting is looking at things you have done but have no account for. Say seeing a photograph of yourself waving a fist at Margaret Thatcher, influenced by my dad no doubt. Or Chemistry notes from the week before.
Life is quite a short thing when you look at it in perspective and it could all end the next day for all you know. To me its just leading to death, sounds depressing but it’s the truth. Now after death who knows? I don’t believe in heaven or anything to do with religion. Just think little good comes out of the whole thing, but that’s just my view. I have my own theory but I’ll keep that too myself just now as it is hard to explain, like me I guess. Really I’m just killing time, making the best out of it until that day comes.
I think people are always constantly looking to the future too much. They don’t appreciate say their youth, the time with families and such. This year at school has been particularly difficult and tiring. Its constant learning and homework, which is all supposedly leading to my future. I don’t have a clue what I will be like years down the line. I just like to feel I am partially intelligent and educated, I don’t really mind what grades I get. I want to go to University but I do not have the faintest what to do. I don’t mind that much. I just want to be happy and relaxed when I’m older. Not stressing myself out in some office job. I just want a job I enjoy, not necessary high pay, just to be comfortable. Have good friends and family and all that.
As for the near future I try to look forward to something good, it helps me work. Right now its Christmas, a holiday and well I love that time of year. Broken down further, tomorrow night, intoxicating myself with friends. Right now it’s just to finish this essay. One fact I am sure of is that I’m not staying here in East Kilbride or Scotland as a matter of fact. I hate the place, it depresses me. I hate the majority of the people, the weather is awful and sixty’s concrete buildings make me want to vomit. I’m sure most places will have the same effect but I’ve had enough of East Kilbride for a lifetime. I think the only reason people stay is patriotism. Which I don’t understand.
I’m not necessary proud to be Scottish, to be British or to be a part of humanity. I don’t see why you should be. Most of the people in the world are morons. A good number of which are politicians. A bunch of war-mongering, hypocritical old men who grunt and act like immature school children and there supposed to stand for us, hate them. I just went for a drink and noticed on the idiot's box, that there was an advert for politician of the year. So there going to award them for supporting the bullying exercise by America on Afghanistan. I get frustrated at that so I’ll stop there.
I hate the majority of people, sounds a bit harsh but is true. Its just normal human nature I guess, people insisting on war. People who are racist, sexist etc. People who love to have power and love to inflict pain. The fact that they are moronic, they aren’t nice and are simply thick. If only everyone was like me, just kidding, it would probably be worse.
Well I like to think I have good morals and such. Although I suppose I can be a little bit of a hypocrite at times. What I mean is I have a view on something but I never live up to it. Like a while ago I decided I was going to be a pacifist, but I always end up fighting with brother for some immature reason. Things like that. I like to be open-minded, I have my view at start but I’m always more than willing to let someone else try and persuade me otherwise. What I hate is somebody who is not. There ways always right, you can never win and it enrages me. This is why I have decided to read every religious book in my life, Bible, Koran the lot. Why? Well because religion is one of my pet hates in life. In saying that of course I respect other peoples views so in reading them I can then state my views with evidence if you know what I mean? You never know it could open my eyes and I could become a monk.
I don’t like being stereotyped as a teenager, sure I’m miserable a lot of time like most people my age. Although in saying that I’m honestly not a very miserable person. I need to laugh very regularly to get through the day and I seem to make people laugh myself, unintentionally I just say what I think on issues and act normal. Or not normal as people would say but what is normal? I get on with my parents fine, I actually think there great most of the time, just don’t tell them that.
This last year has been quite strange. I have changed a lot, probably for the better. If I had written this essay a year ago it would be worse than it is. It would be less open and something stupid like football. I like the way I’ve turned out. Sure this essay is very negative but I like stuff like that, it relates to me more. I am also sure I have written a better essay like this than if I went on about the sun and flowers.
Now I must stop writing, as usual I have left this to last minute. It is getting late and I must go and try and get some sleep. I hope I have given you some insight into my mind. Now if you excuse me I’m off to put the Manic Street Preachers on to soften my Insomnia.
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Well Meka posted a story :), and the ending was to make teacher feel guilty as she gives me too much work.
-------------------
I’m nearly sixteen years old. It seems a long time. Although a thought just came into my head, it’s not really when you think about it. Look at a day, twenty-four hours, and a lot of which you spent asleep or at school wishing you were asleep. Now I reckon I’ve lived nearly six thousand days. Seems a lot lower I feel when you say it like that, first reaction when you say sixteen years is that you’ve been around forever but really you haven’t. Seconds, minutes, hours, days they all seem to go by extremely fast, especially as you get older. Like today, I’ve not done much at all, just knowing I need to do this essay.
Out of the six thousand or so days only a few I seem to remember, for example I can only picture a few things of what happened in the first four years of my childhood. My brother’s birth, my old room and a few others muddled things. What I find strange yet interesting is looking at things you have done but have no account for. Say seeing a photograph of yourself waving a fist at Margaret Thatcher, influenced by my dad no doubt. Or Chemistry notes from the week before.
Life is quite a short thing when you look at it in perspective and it could all end the next day for all you know. To me its just leading to death, sounds depressing but it’s the truth. Now after death who knows? I don’t believe in heaven or anything to do with religion. Just think little good comes out of the whole thing, but that’s just my view. I have my own theory but I’ll keep that too myself just now as it is hard to explain, like me I guess. Really I’m just killing time, making the best out of it until that day comes.
I think people are always constantly looking to the future too much. They don’t appreciate say their youth, the time with families and such. This year at school has been particularly difficult and tiring. Its constant learning and homework, which is all supposedly leading to my future. I don’t have a clue what I will be like years down the line. I just like to feel I am partially intelligent and educated, I don’t really mind what grades I get. I want to go to University but I do not have the faintest what to do. I don’t mind that much. I just want to be happy and relaxed when I’m older. Not stressing myself out in some office job. I just want a job I enjoy, not necessary high pay, just to be comfortable. Have good friends and family and all that.
As for the near future I try to look forward to something good, it helps me work. Right now its Christmas, a holiday and well I love that time of year. Broken down further, tomorrow night, intoxicating myself with friends. Right now it’s just to finish this essay. One fact I am sure of is that I’m not staying here in East Kilbride or Scotland as a matter of fact. I hate the place, it depresses me. I hate the majority of the people, the weather is awful and sixty’s concrete buildings make me want to vomit. I’m sure most places will have the same effect but I’ve had enough of East Kilbride for a lifetime. I think the only reason people stay is patriotism. Which I don’t understand.
I’m not necessary proud to be Scottish, to be British or to be a part of humanity. I don’t see why you should be. Most of the people in the world are morons. A good number of which are politicians. A bunch of war-mongering, hypocritical old men who grunt and act like immature school children and there supposed to stand for us, hate them. I just went for a drink and noticed on the idiot's box, that there was an advert for politician of the year. So there going to award them for supporting the bullying exercise by America on Afghanistan. I get frustrated at that so I’ll stop there.
I hate the majority of people, sounds a bit harsh but is true. Its just normal human nature I guess, people insisting on war. People who are racist, sexist etc. People who love to have power and love to inflict pain. The fact that they are moronic, they aren’t nice and are simply thick. If only everyone was like me, just kidding, it would probably be worse.
Well I like to think I have good morals and such. Although I suppose I can be a little bit of a hypocrite at times. What I mean is I have a view on something but I never live up to it. Like a while ago I decided I was going to be a pacifist, but I always end up fighting with brother for some immature reason. Things like that. I like to be open-minded, I have my view at start but I’m always more than willing to let someone else try and persuade me otherwise. What I hate is somebody who is not. There ways always right, you can never win and it enrages me. This is why I have decided to read every religious book in my life, Bible, Koran the lot. Why? Well because religion is one of my pet hates in life. In saying that of course I respect other peoples views so in reading them I can then state my views with evidence if you know what I mean? You never know it could open my eyes and I could become a monk.
I don’t like being stereotyped as a teenager, sure I’m miserable a lot of time like most people my age. Although in saying that I’m honestly not a very miserable person. I need to laugh very regularly to get through the day and I seem to make people laugh myself, unintentionally I just say what I think on issues and act normal. Or not normal as people would say but what is normal? I get on with my parents fine, I actually think there great most of the time, just don’t tell them that.
This last year has been quite strange. I have changed a lot, probably for the better. If I had written this essay a year ago it would be worse than it is. It would be less open and something stupid like football. I like the way I’ve turned out. Sure this essay is very negative but I like stuff like that, it relates to me more. I am also sure I have written a better essay like this than if I went on about the sun and flowers.
Now I must stop writing, as usual I have left this to last minute. It is getting late and I must go and try and get some sleep. I hope I have given you some insight into my mind. Now if you excuse me I’m off to put the Manic Street Preachers on to soften my Insomnia.
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Well Meka posted a story :), and the ending was to make teacher feel guilty as she gives me too much work.