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Today was...alright, I guess. I still can't make it through a school day without becoming tired and lifeless by seventh hour. We had ACT review, and even though it was all basic algebra and easy for me, if the review weren't for a grade I would have been dead on my desk. Why is school not interesting to me anymore?
Well, there is choir. I'm madly in love with my fourth-hour choir class. I haven't taken music in such a long time, so I have to re-learn everything as I go. That keeps it fresh and engaging for me, and I love music anyway. Let's see, how did I end up in choir? My drama teacher once said to us musical actors that we shouldn't worry about singing perfectly because "we're here to act, not to sing pretty music". And I decided that I wanted to sing pretty music, damnit, so I joined choir. I'm getting good at it! heart And there's this song we're doing that's just gorgeous. More updates as they happen.
Unfortunately, to get to choir I have to make it through English class. English class claims to support, yet always goes against, the very things I stand for---creativity, enjoying literature, and intelligent discussion. For example, every book we read in class gets analyzed to the point where none of us really enjoy it anymore. Even if we actually get ASSIGNED a book that people like, it's a safe bet to say we'll analyze the crap out of it. Now, I understand the point of trying to find hidden meanings and discovering the author's true intent. Some books (like the ones we're reading now) are made for that sort of thing. However, a lot of books we've read in the past were just plain novels. They were meant to be read and appreciated, not picked apart.
And as for writing analysis papers...well, I'm never going to understand why my English teachers all love my essays so much. I swear, I write these lifeless, unoriginal, BS papers and my teachers just eat them up. I know I'm good at putting pretty paragraphs together, but can't they see through the big words to the complete emptiness underneath? I just want to attach a sheet to my next writing assignment reading "DO NOT BE FOOLED---Not an ounce of thought went into this essay. This is only three pages of your own classroom lecture, shuffled around and paraphrased into a form that makes you think I understand what I'm talking about. I spent three hours staring at my computer screen wondering how I could possibly write 1000 words on something I couldn't care the slightest about. If you want to see my real writing ability, assign something with a purpose, something I connect with. Make me do a narrative essay or a short story. Give me a good book without pressuring me to read so far between the lines that I can't tell what the story was in the first place. And please, don't give me a good grade just for fooling you into thinking I'm actually insightful." Yet they continue to give me A's on sheets and sheets worth of nonsense.
The moral of today's entry: Good grammar can cover up complete idiocy.
Your assignment: Go out into the wild, untamed jungles of Gaia and see if you can find someone who uses their linguistic skills to hide their mindlessness. (Hint: I hear ED gets a lot of this.) Afterwards, write a 1000-word essay on the use of proper grammar in convincing people that insane ideas are rational.
On second thought...forget the essay.
 Moryera · Wed Sep 29, 2004 @ 06:59am · 0 Comments |
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