Well, I...

Well, I took a whole bunch of Peel workplace appitude tests, and these are the jobs, I should go into...Curator (I would enjoy working in a museum, I think I wanted to since I read Relic)Photographer (I love to take pictures, but I doubt I'm good enough to actual make a living)Actor/Comedian (well all the teachers say I should act, meh, maybe)Secondary School Teacher (Yes! The power trip! Mwahahahahaha!!! You thought Smith was bad)Painter (I enjoy this, but again, not good enough)Art Teacher (Now look who's destroying the hopes and dreams of future artists!)Psychic Consultant (Call me now!!!)Herbalist (I think this would be a good job for me)Funeral Director (Six Feet Under)Circus Performer (I was carnie AND a clown)Private Investigator (My cousion is one, looks fun, in a risking life sort of way. SAM AND MAX!!!)Nuclear Medicine Technologist (Yay!)

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http://students.peel.edu.on.caYes, so I have to write this comparitive essay and I have 3 days to do, and they expect me to use the computers here at school, deffinatly not the right place to write anything! I think I will do it on the Chinese and Indian love stories, Love Must not be Forgoten by Zhang Jie and Ramu and Rani by Ibal Ahmad I liked them the best. I figure the thesis can be something like, "Stupid western children, who have no empathic ability, are too insenseitive to comprehend the underlying themes in these stories." I think thats good enough, and they idiots and children.

It is interest...

It is interesting in reflection how stupid and vapid my peers can be, I of course cannot claim to be a paradigm of learning or a perfect student, but at lest I try to understand what is being taught to me. I spent the period reading the short story that was assigned to read, and found it rather moving, the literary devices were of little interest to me, it was the underlying story is what did it for me, between the lines was something wonderful and sad at the same time, and as I finished reading griped with emotion at what I found in this piece, just in time to see people sleeping or saying they don’t get it. How underdeveloped do you have to be not to understand an underlying feeling in a piece of writing, everything ever written to express is charged with feeling. I really cannot comprehend how someone could not be able to connect with this, how can they even function in real life if they can not even glaze the basic feeling of a simple story, what happens when they fall in Love, how would they know would they just walk by blindly? I know I could barely hope to know what to do, I would know when I felt it, but to think these people would be totally unaffected makes me extremely frightened, makes me think that in the end all that will win is the boredom and mundane. Where has all the magic gone?

All I ca...

All I can say is that my life is pretty plainI like watchin' the puddles gather rainAnd all I can do is just pour some tea for twoand speak my point of viewBut it's not sane, It's not saneI just want some one to say to meI'll always be there when you wakeYa know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry todaySo stay with me and I'll have it madeAnd I don't understand why I sleep all dayAnd I start to complain that there's no rainAnd all I can do is read a book to stay awakeAnd it rips my life away, but it's a great escapeescape...escape...escape...All I can say is that my life is pretty plainya don't like my point of viewya think I'm insaneIts not sane...it's not sane.

Hey, Jude, d...

Hey, Jude, don't make it badTake a sad song and make it betterRemember to let her into your heartThen you can start to make it better Hey, Jude, don't be afraidYou were made to go out and get herThe minute you let her under your skinThen you begin to make it better. And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrainDon't carry the world upon your shouldersWell don't you know that its a fool who plays it coolBy making his world a little colder Hey, Jude! Don't let her downYou have found her, now go and get herRemember, to let her into your heartThen you can start to make it better. So let it out and let it in, hey, Jude, beginYou're waiting for someone to perform withAnd don't you know that it's just you, hey, Jude,You'll do, the movement you need is on your shoulder Hey, Jude, don't make it badTake a sad song and make it betterRemember to let her into your heartThen you can start to make it better

everyth...

everything is fleetingone must grab hold of thingsor they will surely disappearOne is truely lucky if they can findthat they are looking forand even more so when they can keep itbut in the end it's all a dreamand in the morning your alone as beforeand all the haze and bubbles in the worldcan't save us from that factthat forever we are aloneand only for a short whilecan we cling to each other in a warm embraceuntill we become afraid and forgetthat witch was wonderful and sweeteverything tender bruses, but will healperhaps then we could try again.