I am not afraid of danger or the world that I have yet to properly discover and understand. The only thing I truly fear is being stuck in a little cubicle for the rest of my life with the same bland colored shirt and the same bland job and the same bland life in a ****** little apartment living on ramen noodles and aspirin and too much caffeine every morning.

It's difficult to get the thought out of my mind that school represents this. School is confinement in a desk for seven-and-one-quarter hours per day, and I think the only thing I have learned in school is that there is no learning in school. School is repetitive. Redundant. Repeating. Excessive. Repetitive.

We learn information just long enough to recite, restate, and repeat it to satisfy the state that we have sufficiently received our edification. It doesn't even matter if the information is right, so long as we learn it, I've discovered.

This year was a turning point for truth. I saw how the teachers themselves were not immune to folly and err, as I had so oft thought without thinking. Science. She said all animals had hemoglobin. Many do not and have hemocyanin or just blood plasma and a stronger heart. She said brain cells never regenerate. They're no Doctor Who, but many have been observed regenerating. She had a slideshow on evolution and said that polar bears and grizzly bears could never mate because they were too genetically different. But they do mate, and because of the climate changing this has been happening more and more so; their spawn are called grolar bears. But I said nothing.

The computer teacher said our keyboard style was used because it was most efficient. The science teacher said the periodic table was used because it was the most effective organization of the elements. The World History teacher said that Copernicus was almost killed for his statements. The science teacher said that mattresses doubled in weight every 7 years. But I said nothing. The World History teacher said that the crystal skulls were still a mystery, and that we didn't know how they built the pyramids.

I counted all the errors diligently, and recorded over a hundred, along with essays and citations of what was the truth. In the end I threw away all the papers. It's not worth counting, I have concluded. What this has truly demonstrated is that teachers are no less fallible. The textbooks are often wrong. The media often fails to fact-check, and journalism is the first draft of history. I am disappointed.

School is not truly for learning, at least not for me. I can learn with wonderment for all the things I never knew before, but to force that upon me like they try to do in school, with long, useless hours of information... I dislike it. It's not challenging, it's not trustworthy, and it's sure as hell not useful.

I don't want to be stuck here learning the same things as everyone else. I want to think for myself. I deeply crave invention, innovation, exploration, and adventure. I'm not finding that here.

I could go scuba diving off the coasts of the Kiribati islands or trudge my way through the Amazon with a machete or excavate ancient Mayan temples. But in the end, it's this. It's seven and one quarter hours in school learning about things that would be, could be wonderful, were they were not reduced to the dull print of textbooks. I'm surprised such wondrous things can be made so monotonous with such efficiency.
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1 Response Apr 28, 2015

Hehe fluffy has a wild side xD?