To learn the virtue of Ethics

With great sorrow, I had to drop photography and enroll in an Ethics class in order to graduate this lovely world of high school.  As much as I would love to blow off this requirement, I really want to get out of high school sometime in the near future.  So here I am, first period Intro to Ethics, not really sure what the point is.  

The things that I have learned so far from this delightful class are listed below.

1. If something usually works, that means it always works.  Except that the lesson isn’t actually true.  I watched my unnamed teacher attempt to do the same thing over and over again to try to get a presentation to work, but s/he wasn’t having any success.  “It usually works,” he kept saying.  And he kept trying the same thing over and over.  So we sat there for 10 minutes until he finally realized to try a new way.  What an idea.  And it worked.  I have to remember as I stroll through life that there is more than one solution to any problem and that the way we normally do things doesn’t always work.  Don’t sit around trying the same thing when it isn’t working.  

2. When you present something, make sure that there is nothing contradictory in what you are saying.  We had to give a presentation on how we see the world.  One of the first things that the speaker said was that he did not believe in a god.  He then proceeded to say that humans were created in the image of god.  I do not give a rat’s arse about if he believes in god, but don’t contradict yourself in the next sentence.  Come on.  

3. Do not say goodbye or hello to anyone in the room.  There are a few things that all teachers do.  They just do them.  They say hello to their students.  They say goodbye when the bell rings.  They actually hear the bell.  My Ethics teacher does none of these things.  S/he strolls in late and does not acknowledge the class.  It’s awkward, awkward, awkward.  After not greeting us, s/he proceeds with a lecture that is painstakingly boring.  I want to jab pencils into my eye sockets, pull out my eye balls, and grill my eyeballs.  That’s how bored I am.  I might even eat my eyeballs.  Then proceed to pour vinegar into my eye sockets.  Or gasoline then set my face on fire.  (well that was extremely graphic… I do apologize).  So once I have managed to survive the class without too much physical harm (the emotional harm is immeasurable), the bell rings.  And the teacher keeps talking.  And talking.  And talking.  And we, the students, pack up.  We have places to go, bigger fish to fry, more boring lessons to learn.  It takes the teacher a good minute to realize the bell has rang.  Then we leave.  Without a goodbye.

4. Cognates are not actually cognates but are actually allusions.  Get your literary terms figured out.  

That’s all for now, folks.  I can’t wait to get out of high school and go to college and study Psychology.  But for now I will dwell in the world of misused literary devices.  

To rant about 1984

I have just finished 1984 for the second time.

For those of you how have somehow managed to get through life without reading it, close this page, drive yourself to the nearest bookstore, buy the book, and sit down and read it for the next 6 hours (or until you finish it).

Now that everybody who has not read this book is on his was to buy it, I don’t have to be worried about spoilers.  But in case you haven’t gotten the message *spoiler alert* (even though I believe that if you have not read the book that you deserve to have it spoiled).

Anyways, I just finished 1984 for the second time less that 4 minutes ago.  I had read it a few years back, and it didn’t really have much of an effect on me except that for some reason it was one of my favorites.

After rereading it, I see why I had a deep, passionate love affair with this book, and I think I’m ready to put a ring on it.

Never, ever, ever (and I read a lot of books), have I been so emotionally attached to characters.  Never have I come close to the point of sorrow that I felt when Julia and Winston get arrested.  BY THE SHOP KEPPER. ANYONE BUT HIM. That was the part that really got me.  I so badly wanted Julia and Winston to just live in the attic and drink coffee and read books and think and just have sex forever and ever and make little Julias and little Winstons.

BUT IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT.

And the fact that something so great becomes so tragically terrible in a matter of like .25 pages is what makes me want to just cry and pull my hair out and burn 1984 but build a shrine for it all at the same time.  So many conflicting emotions.

I knew that they were going to get caught; it is evident throughout the whole book.  But I was in denial.  I was not going to accept that Julia and Winston didn’t end up together forever and live in the attic and make babies and overthrow the government.

I’m still not sure that I accept that they are arrested, even though I saw it happen.

In my mind, they are still in the attic, laying on the bed, drinking coffee, and eating chocolate together.

To Emma Watson

Dear Emma Watson,

This lovely quote was said by you, Emma.

“And then – and this is sort of irritating at times – I’m a bit OCD about perfectionism.”

As much as I love you,  I just wasn’t feeling this sentence.  The reasons will now be listed below.

1. It’s a little wordy.  16 words to express a thought that doesn’t need more than 3, maybe 6 words if it’s a rough day.

2. If something is sort of irritating at times, I highly doubt that it’s a mental illness.   You can’t be a bit OCD, just like you can’t be a bit cancerous.  You are, or you are not.  I do agree that OCD can come in many different intensities, but usually if it’s a bit, it’s probably not OCD.  Just my opinion.

3.  As previously stated on my past post, one cannot be a mental illness.  It’s not possible.  Simple logic.  Just like someone cannot be a cold, you cannot be OCD.

4. I don’t understand why you couldn’t just say “I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”  or “I’m a perfectionist.” That would have easily gotten your point across without bringing in metal illness.

Emma, I expect better from you next time.  I’m sure you’re a smart young lady, and I normally love you, but just think before you speak.  You play such a role in so many people’s lives and could change the world in so many ways. I, as a fan of yours who actually has OCD, would ask you not to use OCD as an adjective and would love if you used your fame to promote awareness about things such as OCD and other mental illnesses.

I hope you read this.

I still love you, very, very much.

Love,

Jessica, a teenager who loves Harry Potter and you and has OCD

P.S.- If you do happen to see this, Emma, that would be so extremely amazing and incredibly remarkable.