thank you, Ian!
a fellow named Ian composed a well-written argument to my quote and post from earlier, and totally changed my hard-headed mind, and i’m just delighted! the exchange of information between levelheaded people with different beliefs sends me into an ecstasy of enlightenment.
and the above is said entirely seriously, in that bright happy tone that you emit when you realize the world doesn’t suck.
somewhat.
i’ve been putting off writing because i knew if i did i would have to write about how unhappy my english class makes me. i would say angry- because it does that too- but it’s not just anger. it’s unhappiness.
i love mr. hardy, he is a most brilliant teacher and he reminds me of a kindergarten teacher in a way- he’s simply swell. he also asks the sort of questions that make you think, if you have the capacity to do so, and i am of the opinion that his talent is wasted on our ‘pre ap’ english two class.
one of our journal prompts was about the secret prisons and whether such behavior is constitutional or not, and i remember reading hunter’s paper from the corner of my eye and it made me very unhappy.
he advocated the mental torture because he said it’s not like we’re physically hurting them, we’re just playing with their minds.
just playing.
that’s all.
and so many people said they deserved it because they’re terrorists and they plan to kill us.
because, being whisked away from your life and turned into a ghost by the government means you’re a terrorist without a doubt- you are guilty until proven innocent, yes? at least if you’re inconveniently brown.
we should bomb the whole area, said some of the people in stashia’s class.
it never got to that point because i spoke up at the very beginning and i spoke a lot. mr. hardy sort of cut me off in that good way that doesn’t insult, seizing upon what i’d said. then he mentioned how some people think the inalienable rights afforded us by our very existence and guaranteed by the constitution only apply to americans.
but americans aren’t safe either, i mentioned the patriot act.
i don’t think i changed anyone’s mind, though, so my approach wasn’t good.
but by the time i went to lunch (split period, so i had to go back and face them) i was shaking, that cold nastyness that touches me every time i speak my mind about something that really matters penetrating my bones.
i do not like my fellow sophomores.
http://www.doublestandards.org/dickinson1.html
what the hell is wrong with people these days?
yes, let’s screw up these people’s lives by mining for gold. because we don’t need fresh, lovely, glacial water. no, gold is shinier.
now, repeat after me.
water sustains life.
gold causes people to argue, fight, war, and rape lovely glaciers.
yes, let’s make chile the next boliva. let’s contaminate this beautiful source of water for gold.
because profits are the only thing that matter anymore.
yes i know that gold helps the economy, profits help the workers and what-not, and it would probably give the country some sort of economic boost…
but what about the people in the valley?
/end hippie rant
p.s. i know chile isn’t bolivia, i know they actually are fairly better off.
don’t care. i would get just as pissy if this were somewhere else. potable water = good. water that has to be filtered 45897435 times so you don’t die doubleplusungood.
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