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.