mood: down music: 'exit music (for a film)' by radiohead

i think school sucks. obviously. most people my age would agree. at least those who don't wish to be stereotypically stuffed into a locker. but its absence has made me realize that it's definitely good for something.

let me allude to a poem i first read while in the class of the best teacher i've ever had: Mr. Timothy Bauer. i was a freshman taking his english 1 class. i even remember i was in his period 2 class. period 1's teacher was oppressive and period 3 was algebra so that speaks for itself. Mr. Bauer's class was one of the few classes i always looked forward to. anyways, the poem, which i don't remember much about except for the theme and the metaphor, was about a woman, the speaker, who received a fresh bouquet of roses everyday from her lover. there were 3 stanzas. in the first two stanzas, she speaks of how wonderful and beautiful each rose is, but by the last stanza, the reader can definitely recognize the harsh sarcastic tone. but why? roses are beautiful flowers, no matter how cliche they are. but the fact that she got them each and everyday made her utterly sick of them.

here's where school steps in. school takes up the majority of the week. then there's the relief of the weekend. after a good weekend, and especially after a bad one, one might think, 'i wish it was always the weekend!' ah, foolish youth. that's a bad wish. but the real world shows no mercy. reality presents us with: *trumpets blare* summer. the 3 month long weekend.

school sucks + no school = constant happiness, right? wrong! the world isn't that logical, dammit!

the short weekends are so much better. why? because going through a week of school makes us yearn and desire for that last bell. and when it comes, you had better believe it's good. as Steve Miller of the Steve Miller Band once said, 'you know you got to go through hell before you get to heaven.'

otherwise, we'd get sick of everything so fast.

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*cough*

---Goei---