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A lifetime, or what seemed like one, spent going back and forth in the name of education, and every single day of this, facing the game being played out before my eyes. Not like the happy joyous games I used to know, we used to know, but something twisted. Everyday children striving to better themselves, to climb up that ladder. Not the ladder of their education, their hierarchy was not one of intelligence, like the institution that forced them here, theirs seemed even more sinister.
I sat, scribbling on my folder, not work, but the workings of my mind, however simple or complex. All around seemed chaos. Teacher shouting for order, some wanting to work, some not, I wondered if I actually cared. Trouble with the institution was one thing.
Answering back was not uncommon. But when you answered back to the laughter, not happy, but malicious laughter, then jaws seemed to drop. And a show of macho pretences began. And it seemed no one cared. The writings on my folder, I wrote almost entranced, now being ridiculed by someone who could not hope to understand those writings. So closed minded. And yet so accepted. And I wondered why they accepted him not me.
I believed that when I left it would change. When I left that education behind the hierarchies would no longer exist. There would be no playground back stabbing to reach the top. But it seems this institution does do one thing. It trains them. For when they grow, they will use the lessons learned in the playground to reach, or try to reach the top in this world. No longer governed by the teachers and the rules, but now by money, greed, and the law. But by money and greed the most.
And I began to wonder how I could go on like this. So many struggling for a placement higher up, a bigger office, the ability to strike fear into the hearts of men. But I didn’t fear them. I wondered if I actually cared. Soon, some ambitious junior executive would back stab them too, as they had back stabbed to the top, and replace them, yet nothing would change. The cycle would continue, never ending. Even as the faux memorial was in place, and they raised their glasses to the memory, they were already contesting the hole in the system death had left. Circling like vultures to grab the extra weeks paid vacation, and executive parking space.
And as this dawning realisation came upon me, I had a thought. I don’t have to be part of this. I believed I could find a better way. Not caught up in this cycle of betrayal, but find trust, and tranquillity amidst the turmoil. I still think I believe, though I am no longer sure. I almost feel that it is inevitable, but when I feel that low I promise myself to try all I can to keep me from that road of deceit. I don’t know if I will go down the wrong road, but I hope that along whichever path I take I will find people, not the monsters who wear human faces like masks, but real people, who I can trust to tell me. Tell me if I am playing that game I vowed not to.
I sat, scribbling on my folder, not work, but the workings of my mind, however simple or complex. All around seemed chaos. Teacher shouting for order, some wanting to work, some not, I wondered if I actually cared. Trouble with the institution was one thing.
Answering back was not uncommon. But when you answered back to the laughter, not happy, but malicious laughter, then jaws seemed to drop. And a show of macho pretences began. And it seemed no one cared. The writings on my folder, I wrote almost entranced, now being ridiculed by someone who could not hope to understand those writings. So closed minded. And yet so accepted. And I wondered why they accepted him not me.
I believed that when I left it would change. When I left that education behind the hierarchies would no longer exist. There would be no playground back stabbing to reach the top. But it seems this institution does do one thing. It trains them. For when they grow, they will use the lessons learned in the playground to reach, or try to reach the top in this world. No longer governed by the teachers and the rules, but now by money, greed, and the law. But by money and greed the most.
And I began to wonder how I could go on like this. So many struggling for a placement higher up, a bigger office, the ability to strike fear into the hearts of men. But I didn’t fear them. I wondered if I actually cared. Soon, some ambitious junior executive would back stab them too, as they had back stabbed to the top, and replace them, yet nothing would change. The cycle would continue, never ending. Even as the faux memorial was in place, and they raised their glasses to the memory, they were already contesting the hole in the system death had left. Circling like vultures to grab the extra weeks paid vacation, and executive parking space.
And as this dawning realisation came upon me, I had a thought. I don’t have to be part of this. I believed I could find a better way. Not caught up in this cycle of betrayal, but find trust, and tranquillity amidst the turmoil. I still think I believe, though I am no longer sure. I almost feel that it is inevitable, but when I feel that low I promise myself to try all I can to keep me from that road of deceit. I don’t know if I will go down the wrong road, but I hope that along whichever path I take I will find people, not the monsters who wear human faces like masks, but real people, who I can trust to tell me. Tell me if I am playing that game I vowed not to.
fingers crossed to that one...
Smooth Criminal wrote:
> Pantoffel wrote:
They say that
> childhood is the best time of your life,
> enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with
> all the crap that comes attatched
> with education?
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Fudge that! More like how the hell can
> we enjoy it with all the crap that comes attatched with life itself? (or even
> all the crap that comes with being a teenager?)
I was fortunate enough to ask Meka_Dragon if the teenage years are the best years of your life, and he said no. He;s married and got kids, and he's able to do mostly what he wants to do. So hopefully, we still have got the best years of our life in front of us.
> Pantoffel wrote:
They say that
> childhood is the best time of your life,
> enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with
> all the crap that comes attatched
> with education?
---------------------
Fudge that! More like how the hell can
> we enjoy it with all the crap that comes attatched with life itself? (or even
> all the crap that comes with being a teenager?)
I was fortunate enough to ask Meka_Dragon if the teenage years are the best years of your life, and he said no. He;s married and got kids, and he's able to do mostly what he wants to do. So hopefully, we still have got the best years of our life in front of us.
Pantoffel wrote:
They say that
> childhood is the best time of your life, enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with
> all the crap that comes attatched with education?
---------------------
Fudge that! More like how the hell can we enjoy it with all the crap that comes attatched with life itself? (or even all the crap that comes with being a teenager?)
They say that
> childhood is the best time of your life, enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with
> all the crap that comes attatched with education?
---------------------
Fudge that! More like how the hell can we enjoy it with all the crap that comes attatched with life itself? (or even all the crap that comes with being a teenager?)
Pantoffel wrote:
They say that
> childhood is the best time of your life, enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with
> all the crap that comes attatched with education?
Completely agree with this statement. At our age we are probably at the fittest we'll ever be, and yet we spend most of our time in school or doing homework.
I heard someone say once we should have 'retirement' until we're 18 or so, then go to work, and if we feel like it go to school when we're over 60. Then we wouldn't have the problem of bullies. Only problem is how would we learn?? Our parents? Maybe, but then again, not everyone is so lucky to have both parents still around.
They say that
> childhood is the best time of your life, enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with
> all the crap that comes attatched with education?
Completely agree with this statement. At our age we are probably at the fittest we'll ever be, and yet we spend most of our time in school or doing homework.
I heard someone say once we should have 'retirement' until we're 18 or so, then go to work, and if we feel like it go to school when we're over 60. Then we wouldn't have the problem of bullies. Only problem is how would we learn?? Our parents? Maybe, but then again, not everyone is so lucky to have both parents still around.
When I first saw this discussion, I thought it was a reference to that Seinfeld episode in which George pretends to be an Aryan leader. You won't understand that unless you've seen it, which I would strongly recommend. So that's what took me here, but I was quite glad I did because some interesting posts have been made.
Whenever the topic of education and the point of it all comes up, I am reminded of a quote by George Bernard Shaw: 'People don't get what they want, they get to want what they get', which I think is quite relevant in this case. It is just a big game in which the players partake partly because they have little choice, and partly because they believe in it all. Education is important, it's just that what we call education, before university, isn't really very educating. It's a bit like when you pass your driving test, and you learn how to really drive. I don't know how old the average age of SR forumers are, but it is an 11-18 year old symptom. And I think the earlier post eluded to a rapier wit, not a rapist wit. I've not met many witty rapists. Er, make that rapists period. Oh dear. Look what you made me type. So that's my view. Just wait for uni to get smart.
How's this for a mindteaser?
If God is omnipotent, can he create a rock so heavy he cannot lift?
Whenever the topic of education and the point of it all comes up, I am reminded of a quote by George Bernard Shaw: 'People don't get what they want, they get to want what they get', which I think is quite relevant in this case. It is just a big game in which the players partake partly because they have little choice, and partly because they believe in it all. Education is important, it's just that what we call education, before university, isn't really very educating. It's a bit like when you pass your driving test, and you learn how to really drive. I don't know how old the average age of SR forumers are, but it is an 11-18 year old symptom. And I think the earlier post eluded to a rapier wit, not a rapist wit. I've not met many witty rapists. Er, make that rapists period. Oh dear. Look what you made me type. So that's my view. Just wait for uni to get smart.
How's this for a mindteaser?
If God is omnipotent, can he create a rock so heavy he cannot lift?
yeah, cheers for replying and thanks to anyone else who read it.
V.V.V.V.V. (is that the right no. of V's?) had a good point there with freedom should not be a multiple choice... a few tick boxes to choose from... in that situation all we can do is choose the lesser evil, when I think we would all prefer to choose something we believe in, not the thing we dislike the least...
And yeah, I have also wondered about people saying that childhood is the best time of your life... maybe it's like those age old video games you remember as classics, but if you actually go back to them you remember they were absolute cack...
V.V.V.V.V. (is that the right no. of V's?) had a good point there with freedom should not be a multiple choice... a few tick boxes to choose from... in that situation all we can do is choose the lesser evil, when I think we would all prefer to choose something we believe in, not the thing we dislike the least...
And yeah, I have also wondered about people saying that childhood is the best time of your life... maybe it's like those age old video games you remember as classics, but if you actually go back to them you remember they were absolute cack...
As far as I'm concerned, I come to school to learn, and I want to get out as quick as I can. I detest school, and the fact that my future depends on it is the only reason that I even bother to stay there and continue this plaything that they call 'school'. Bully's are always around, insulting (and being jealous of) the smart people. The school bicycle is finding their next target (or weapon of choice :D), and there is just no general order. My friends never help me when a bully approaches, and all I have in my arsenal against someone twice the size of me is my rapist wit and sarcasm, which quite often confuses them, sending them away to think about it, a good weapon, I might add. Without trying to boast by any stretch of the imagination, I'm quite adamant that if I left school now, I could probably get a decent job still (on computers, most likely). Hell, some people are doing their GCSE's a year early (in year 10).
They say that childhood is the best time of your life, enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with all the crap that comes attatched with education?
They say that childhood is the best time of your life, enjoy it. But how can we enjoy it with all the crap that comes attatched with education?
Wolves in sheep's clothing.
Dog eat dog.
Look after number one.
Survival of the fittest.
Are we FREE when we are enslaved to Mammon - the god of money?
When "they" mention "Freedom" in their speeches, all they are referring to is a system wherein at most we have the ability to choose between A, B, C or D.
Nothing but a multiple choice.
Freedom within the rat race is nothing but a prison without walls.
Dog eat dog.
Look after number one.
Survival of the fittest.
Are we FREE when we are enslaved to Mammon - the god of money?
When "they" mention "Freedom" in their speeches, all they are referring to is a system wherein at most we have the ability to choose between A, B, C or D.
Nothing but a multiple choice.
Freedom within the rat race is nothing but a prison without walls.
A lifetime, or what seemed like one, spent going back and forth in the name of education, and every single day of this, facing the game being played out before my eyes. Not like the happy joyous games I used to know, we used to know, but something twisted. Everyday children striving to better themselves, to climb up that ladder. Not the ladder of their education, their hierarchy was not one of intelligence, like the institution that forced them here, theirs seemed even more sinister.
I sat, scribbling on my folder, not work, but the workings of my mind, however simple or complex. All around seemed chaos. Teacher shouting for order, some wanting to work, some not, I wondered if I actually cared. Trouble with the institution was one thing.
Answering back was not uncommon. But when you answered back to the laughter, not happy, but malicious laughter, then jaws seemed to drop. And a show of macho pretences began. And it seemed no one cared. The writings on my folder, I wrote almost entranced, now being ridiculed by someone who could not hope to understand those writings. So closed minded. And yet so accepted. And I wondered why they accepted him not me.
I believed that when I left it would change. When I left that education behind the hierarchies would no longer exist. There would be no playground back stabbing to reach the top. But it seems this institution does do one thing. It trains them. For when they grow, they will use the lessons learned in the playground to reach, or try to reach the top in this world. No longer governed by the teachers and the rules, but now by money, greed, and the law. But by money and greed the most.
And I began to wonder how I could go on like this. So many struggling for a placement higher up, a bigger office, the ability to strike fear into the hearts of men. But I didn’t fear them. I wondered if I actually cared. Soon, some ambitious junior executive would back stab them too, as they had back stabbed to the top, and replace them, yet nothing would change. The cycle would continue, never ending. Even as the faux memorial was in place, and they raised their glasses to the memory, they were already contesting the hole in the system death had left. Circling like vultures to grab the extra weeks paid vacation, and executive parking space.
And as this dawning realisation came upon me, I had a thought. I don’t have to be part of this. I believed I could find a better way. Not caught up in this cycle of betrayal, but find trust, and tranquillity amidst the turmoil. I still think I believe, though I am no longer sure. I almost feel that it is inevitable, but when I feel that low I promise myself to try all I can to keep me from that road of deceit. I don’t know if I will go down the wrong road, but I hope that along whichever path I take I will find people, not the monsters who wear human faces like masks, but real people, who I can trust to tell me. Tell me if I am playing that game I vowed not to.
I sat, scribbling on my folder, not work, but the workings of my mind, however simple or complex. All around seemed chaos. Teacher shouting for order, some wanting to work, some not, I wondered if I actually cared. Trouble with the institution was one thing.
Answering back was not uncommon. But when you answered back to the laughter, not happy, but malicious laughter, then jaws seemed to drop. And a show of macho pretences began. And it seemed no one cared. The writings on my folder, I wrote almost entranced, now being ridiculed by someone who could not hope to understand those writings. So closed minded. And yet so accepted. And I wondered why they accepted him not me.
I believed that when I left it would change. When I left that education behind the hierarchies would no longer exist. There would be no playground back stabbing to reach the top. But it seems this institution does do one thing. It trains them. For when they grow, they will use the lessons learned in the playground to reach, or try to reach the top in this world. No longer governed by the teachers and the rules, but now by money, greed, and the law. But by money and greed the most.
And I began to wonder how I could go on like this. So many struggling for a placement higher up, a bigger office, the ability to strike fear into the hearts of men. But I didn’t fear them. I wondered if I actually cared. Soon, some ambitious junior executive would back stab them too, as they had back stabbed to the top, and replace them, yet nothing would change. The cycle would continue, never ending. Even as the faux memorial was in place, and they raised their glasses to the memory, they were already contesting the hole in the system death had left. Circling like vultures to grab the extra weeks paid vacation, and executive parking space.
And as this dawning realisation came upon me, I had a thought. I don’t have to be part of this. I believed I could find a better way. Not caught up in this cycle of betrayal, but find trust, and tranquillity amidst the turmoil. I still think I believe, though I am no longer sure. I almost feel that it is inevitable, but when I feel that low I promise myself to try all I can to keep me from that road of deceit. I don’t know if I will go down the wrong road, but I hope that along whichever path I take I will find people, not the monsters who wear human faces like masks, but real people, who I can trust to tell me. Tell me if I am playing that game I vowed not to.