New Years Tasks

It's funny the way the world works some times.
New years, probably one of the times of year that people least like working. Everybody wants to go out party or spent the new year with someone speacial. Now it would seem logical for someone without a job or anything els to do with his time, to be free on new years and technicaly I am. The thing is that I prommased about 2 months ago that I would help one of my best friends, Aner, at work on new years and hopefully with my help he would be able to finish before midnight and we could go out. So that's what I'm doing, he's coming to pick me up today from Natanya and tomorow I'm going to work with him. I don't get why they have to do this on new years eve, would a day's difference really kill them? But we have to do "sfirat melay" (Inventory Count) and there's no real getting out of it, either do it or get fired, that's about how it works. Now it's not something they do very often, this count, but for some strange reason it has to be at the begining of the month. So basicaly if I wasn't coming to help then there'd be no hope for him finnishing before midnight but with my help there's a good chance of it, either way he has to do it. He's my friend so I am glad to help him, I just think it's funny that for 6 months I couldn't find a job and out of all the days of the year, I'm working on new years eve and I'm not even getting payed. I'm not worried, when I pult my mind to something, there's no stopping me and I have set my mind to finishing this count well before midnight.
I will most defenatly enjoy myself this weekend, I somehow always enjoy myself when I go to Aner. We're going out to a kinda pub, I wasn't ever there but Aner sais people dance there and the music is good too so it's not a typical pub, it's called a Dance Bar if I'm not mistaken. Funny, me and aner have almost identical tasts in music (new metal, hradcore, rockish type stuff) and what is fun and is not fun so I trust we'll have a great time.
New years greatest task is probably finding someone to kiss at midnight, I've been lucky the past 2 years but I think it's going to be difficult this year.
If I'm at the store with Aner then he said that one of the girls who works there had her eye on me the few times I came to visit him at work and if I remember correctly then she's pretty cute and seems like a fun person. I'd be willing to give it a try but I can't imagin myself kissing a perfect stranger in the middle of a CD store, Aner on the other hand thinks that that is a likely senario but I'm still doubtfull.
If on the other hand we make it out long enough before midnight inorder to get ready and get to the pub with a half hour still on our hands then I guess I could kiss just a random person at the pub, there should be plenty of people without a kising partner.
Worst case, I don't kiss anyone, no big deal really.

Nicknames

Nicknames, where do they come from, what is their use and more...

Ever meet a "Tom" who just realy isn't a "Tom", he's more of a "Brian", it would be wierd to just change his name and start calling him Brian so instead you give him a nickname, lets say he likes hocky in kind of an obsessive way so you could call him "Puck" for instance.
Why Puck? Why not?
Nicknames espeashaly with internet now adays, have become almost like new names for many people. I'm not talking about the nicknames we use on the internet, I was just pointing out that a lot of people use their real life nickname on the internet. The internet also gets you used to not being called by your birth name, it makes it seem normal to not use your real name which carries on out of the internet and into real life as well. I think just about everybody I know has a nickname and not just one you use every now and then, I mean nicknames that have totaly replaced their old name.
Faduh:
A friend of mine, we started calling him Faduh (it sounds better in hebrew), why? Well he's "silly" (some would call him harmlesly dumb but I know him better) and what better name could someone like that have if not Faduh? His real name is Iftach and trust me he's not an "Iftach". We started calling him Faduh sice about 9th grade and a LOT of people who have known him for years have trouble remembering his real name, even his parents call him Faduh! The origin of the name comes from "Fadiha lesahek ito cadur-regel" (Translation=It's embarasing to play soccer with him), now don't ask me how we shortened it down to only Faduh but hey it works!
A Different example...
Catcher:
We have a dear friend (we as in the regular group of kids I hang out with), he came to us in 9th grade and was introduced to us through Baseball. His part was being catcher, no one knew him so they called him catcher, 5 years later and half the people who know him don't know his real name. I think it's better that way, his real name really doesn't suit him at all, "Noam", it's just very NOT him. So to this day he is rarely called by his real name except for people who are embarrest to call him Catcher.
Here's one that I can take full credit for...
Daled:
Catcher came to us one day with a new girlfriend, she was nice, a bit different, she fit strait in with us. Only problem was that I had a hell of a hard time remembering her name, "Dafna", It was the most unexpected name for her and I don't know why I just couldn't remember it. At first I would ask her 2-3 times an hour but as she started hanging out with us more and more, I felt stupid asking her all time what her name was all the time. So I called her at first "the girl who's name starts with a D" and that felt just as stupid so slowly I just called her by the first letter of her name which in Hebrew is "Daled" and it stuck. A year and a half later and almost everybody who knows her calls her Daled.
Kroop:
There is also a "Nimrod" who we called by his last name untill we found we could shorten it and have a suiting name for him, "Kroop". The name is a must as far as he's concerned, he doesn't tell people his real name anymore after he found out what the word Nimrod means.
My Nicknames:
I had quite a few nicknames myself, my real name is Yosi, I hate it, it's such a typical name in Israel. About 1 out of 20 people in Israel are called Yosi. In 5th-8th grade I had 4 other Yosi's learning with me in the same class pluss I had a teatcher who taught me 4 times a week called Yosi. Highschool, I was in a bunch of classes but luckly they were 96% girls in most of them so there were no other Yosi's but the not so lucky part was that there were 4 important teatchers called Yosi working in school, so it was a name that was called out everywear I went. Eventualy I just ignored it when people called out my name, If they were really calling me then they'd call a second time, it wasn't a bad meathod but it wasn't foolproof. 11th grade I realy got screwed, my main teacher, the one who taught me the most subjects and was responsable for me and my fellow classmates, was called Yosi. That year I totaly blocked the instinct of turning when I heard Yosi, out of my system.
Now back to our subject, nicknames, I have had a bunch of attempts for nicknames people tried to fit me up with, Josh, Josie, Joe, Duglas (my middle name), Dug but the one that somehow stuck the longest was Jesus. A friend of mine pointed out one day that with long hair and a 2 weeks beard, I looked something like Jesus (I don't agree), he pointed it out to people and slowly they began to say that not only do I look like him but I am a Jesus like figure as well, always calm and peacful, never doing anything mean to anyone. Now that makes me out as a goody 2 shoos,I'm NOT! I have done my deal of trouble and older people defanetly didn't see me as a posative figure but I was good to my friends, I was just alway the peacmaker amoung friends, I was always loyal to freinds and I was a bit quieter than most. Anyway the nickname Jesus stuck and up untill today people ocashinoly call me Jesus and everything related to Jesus somehow feels like it has something to do with me. Like if someone starts talking about Jesus when I'm around then they'll say something like, "oh here's our Jesus" or if we happen to see a picture of Jesus everyone will say jomething like "hey Jesus" and turn to look at me. The nickname was fine, I used it on the internet, saving me the bother of thinking up a nickname, till a friend of mine discovered that with an Israeli accent it sounds like Chees-ass and then I got a not so welcomed nickname and even wors than that were all the Jesus freaks the nickname attracted to me, it was like a curse but luckly the Chees-ass faded away fast and I don't go by the nick Jesus anymore on the web. I actualy got my new nickname from a character in a story I wrote and it's a totaly unused name .Acrypt, it looks pretty good in my opinion and it sounds pretty good, for internet use at least, I wouldn't go around letting people call me Acrypt out of the internet.

So what have we learned?
Nicknames are meant mostly for people who either have very unfitting names, just don't like their names or are introduced to people with a name other than their own. There are people out there who have precicly the name that fits their character and they will most likely not ever have the privlage of having a unique nickname made out for them.
Something that I have learned from experiance with my friends is that people can be offended by their nicknames even if there's no intetion of doing so and they don't tell you. Daled for instance, she said after more than a year of being called Daled that it was degrading to be called a letter of the alphabet and after giving it some thought I agreed. Would you like to be called "D"?
It's almost like being called a number, it's like you're not a person anymore but an object or something of the sort. Sice then I have been trying hard to call her by her name but it is not as easy as it seems. Just like people can feel stupid sometimes calling someone by their nickname, it can feel just as strange to call them by their real name after a long time of calling them only by their nickname.
I wouldn't be too worried about offending someone with a nickname though. Most people are only called by their nickname amoung their closer circle of friends, other people usualy use their regular name. Immaign meeting someone for the first time who's friends call "The Shark", I seriosly doubt you'd go calling him The Shark before you got to know him a bit. I wouldn't really be offended by anything my friends call me as long as it's not seriosly meant to offend and most people wouldn't be offended either but it's best to make sure just in case.

What a Day

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Today started off...hmm...early, very early.
I woke up 5:45am!
I'm not used to that kind of waking hour!
Well anyway I went down to Tiberius (yes down, it's one of the lowest places on the planet). First thing I did when I got there was to go to some electronics factory where I heard they were looking for workers, no luck there. No big deal, I've been let down plenty of times in my 6 month search for a job. My mom was in town so she picked me up and then remembered she had a doctors apointment, "No big deal I'll walk", almost an hour after saying that I got back down to town, a bit aching from the long steep walk downhill.

Next stop, 2 empolyment agencies in town, that took a total of 5 minutes of my time which was mostly walking from one to the other. The first one was closed which is something I should have known, almost everything is closed on tuesdays; espeashaly at 7:15am. The other one was open but still no available jobs according to them, at least not for me. In and out, that's all I basicaly did there, it took a total of 10-30 seconds.I couldn't really feel disapointed, it's only about the 100th time I've been to them and they never seem to have any jobs available, makes me wonder why they're there.

Walked a bit more and got to my dad's working place, stood and drank a cup of coffie (it's a car garage, not realy anyplace to sit). That was the high point of my day, that cup of coffie.
I sat around for a while letting my strained legs rest and called my driving teacher (getting a drivers licence works different in Israel than the rest of the world), I figured if I came here for nothing mine as well get another lesson and get me that much closer to having a licence. Guess what...The teacher, who has the same name as me btw, was sick, yep sick, figures. I'm 19, still don't have a drivers licence and it's as if god is preventing me from ever getting one. Maybe it's for my own good, who knows, a ton of people die every day in car accedents, maybe that's why god's not letting me get one, doubt it but it's a possability.

Finaly my mom came back from the doctor, I convinced her into taking me to buy a jacket. Strange but I never really had a regular normal jacket, only those crappy nilon and fleece ones. That was actualy a pretty decent part of the day, she didn't buy the coat today but she's gonna buy it next week when she gets money. It feels kinda bad when your mom still buys clothing with you at the age of 19 but what was I saposed to say, "emm...mom could you wait in the car?", I don't think so.

We walked a bit more (I had just about enough walking for one day) and finaly came back to the garage my dad works in. He decided to give us the car to drive home and he'd get home on his own later...BIG mistake...
We start our way out of town and my mom remembers she has to get her cellphone back from repair, we park in a regular parking lot, I wait in the car. 10 minutes later my mom comes back, we revers out of the parking lot and into the street, I ask my mom, "Is this leagel what we're doing", I knew it wasn't but I was just pointing it out. No more than 30 seconds after my remark a cop pulls out, "Lady, could you please park your car on the side of the street", oh great, now we've gone and done it. We crossed a solid white line to try and fit back into trafick, everybody does exactly the same thing we did in exactly the same spot we did it, it's nearly immpossable to get out without breaking the law, the big difference between us and everyone els is that they have luck on their side. 20 minutes later we're minus 500 shekel ($120), bad, bad cop! On the bright side, he could have given us about a 1500 shekel fine so I guess he couldn't have been a very bad cop, just a normaly bad cop.

We got home and I remembered a ticket I got about 4 months ago, "uh oh, need to pay fast", you won't believe what I got this ticket for...I got it for standing on the street, not in the middle of the street, not even in a lane, on the very side of the street...STANDING ON THE FREIKEN STREET! At first I was like, "Are you for real, you're really fining me for standing on the street? Everybody stands on the street!"
No ammount of talking could make him change his mind, he dellayed me for 20 minutes, looking in his grey book (it took him that long to find an excuse for giving me a fine) and finaly handed me the ticket and drove away. My brother was with me (luckly standing on the sidewalk), he was in shock, how the hell do you get a ticket for standing on the street?!
I tried to read the ticket and understand exacely what I was being fined 100 shekel for but the man had such horrible hand writing that it made it immpossable to tell.
A few weeks later my friend comes over, I showed him the ticket and told him the story. He looks at me funny and sais, "That's not what's written here", he read me the ticket and by the time he was done my jaw was connected with the floor. It said that I bursted into oncomming trafic, being both a danger to myself and the approaching cars.
Say what!?
I was mearly standing on the edge of the street, at least 8 feet away from the part of the street people drive on and I was talking to my brother, no bursting, no leaping, no moving, what a load of crap, I couldn't believe a dam cop had to lie inorder to fine me and he did! He probably gets off on seeing the frustrated faces of people he tricks into paying a fine for something they didn't do. What a dick...
Here I even drew it out for you so you get an idea of how I borke the law because of the incrazed maniac I am.


Why can't cops spend their time giving real tickets, to people who deserve them, why do they take out their pitty ass frustration on people like me!?
I have done a lot of things in my life that deserved getting a ticket for, I could probably have been put in some kind of jail for minors when I was younger, basically I have broken plenty of laws and they get me for standing on the dam street!
Wake up cops, you're looking in the wrong places!
But I guess they know that, oh well, it's not like I'm gonna change the world.
There is a reason people hate the police, it's not that they're all bad but it only takes 1 out of 10 to give them all a bad name.
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On a happier note, my friend just called and said he found an apartment, he's been looking for one for some time now, I'm supposed to move in with him and in Natanya (where he lives) I could easily find a job, it's probably one of the best if not the best place to find a job in all of israel.
We also made planns for new years, fun fufn fun!
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The Short Version of Me

Boring!
Why is it so god dam boring?!
Well actually that's easy, everyone I know is in the army except me, no school, no job, no one around, just me and my computer. It wouldn't be like this if I didn't have plans for life, I can't get committed to anything serious because I'm moving sometime this year...I hope. The only thing that's holding me back is money, well almost the only thing...
Ok from the beginning.
Born in Israel, moved to NY, Long Island, at the age of 2, it was good while it lasted but then at the age of 10 we moved back to Israel. Not such a good idea if you ask me but of course no one did ask me, my parents decided that they wanted to live here so we moved.
Now just so you have an idea what we left behind and to what we arrived. In the US we bought a house, 2 stories, an attic, 5 bedrooms, 2 kitchens, a garadge, a big yard surrounded by forest, 2 good cars, both parents had good jobs and life was sweet. We sold the house in a rush because my parents set a deadline by which they were to be on a plane to Israel. When we got here it was like starting life from step one. We made virtually no money on the house, it all went to cover the mortgage and pay for the move. We lived with my aunt and her family for the first 2 months when we arrived, I was only 10 so it wasn't that bad. Finally after 2 months our containers containing all our belongings arrived from the US, my parents already had a house picked out, the cheapest house you could possibly find in the northern region of Israel. At first it was a shock, "how could we possibly be moving into this", we thought, the house was a disaster, it was a mess. For 2 more months we worked hard every day to fix the house up to living standards, it wasn't easy or fun but it had to be done if we wanted to live in a place we could afford.
School started so me and my brother were sent to school, a religious school. Here's where my parents made a terrible mistake, they came to Israel being totally non-religious and somehow by coming here they decided that they believed in god, who knows maybe they thought that only god could make such drastic bad changes in our lives. For whatever reason they decided to become religious they also decided that me and my brother were going to do the same.
Ok now back to school, me and my brother knew about 10 words each in Hebrew when we set foot in school. So of course everybody gathered around the new American kids, what they said to us I can only guess today but I'm pretty sure they took advantage of us not understanding them. Some of the first words I learned in Hebrew were fuck, son of a bitch, shit and a collection of other useful everyday curses. This is when I started thinking about moving back to the states.
Life went on and I got to highschool, Hebrew still wasn't my strongest side but I managed. Still in a religious school but now it was with a bunch of new kids in a different place and I was older. If I ignored the fact that I felt like I was being forced into religion then you could say I had a pretty good time in that first year, all I did was hang out with a group of about 10 kids, skip almost all the classes every day and wander the city getting into all kinds of trouble. As fun as it was, I still wanted to get out of the religious school, I was having a war at home with my parents trying to convince them that I had a mind of my own and should be able to decide if I believe in god or not and what kind of school I wanted to go to.
In the middle of 10th grade I had had enough, I did everything in my power to break school rules and I had my wish, they kicked me out. Life was get, no more religious school! Well actually no school at all!
Oh my what have I gotten myself into?
My parents refused to help me get into a non-religious school, "If you want it so bad then do it yourself", that was their final answer. As tempting as it was to just drop out of school I did have some brains even back then so I decided I'd do it myself. Now I never really heard of people doing this but here's how I got into school. At the age of 14 I started showing up for classes in a school that I chose, I didn't sign up, I didn't tell anyone I was new, I just started showing up on a daily basses. I had a friend there and I just followed him around school and went into all the classes he went into. Eventually after about 2 weeks teachers started insisting I spoke with someone about signing up for school, so got accompanied to the principles office and sorted into a class.
That year was great, a new school, a new beginning, I blended in well, I made a ton of new friends and I stated to learn a lot about girls that you don't learn in a religious school but all good things must come to an end. At the end of the year my report card came out and man did I fail a lot of classes (about 6 out of 11), the change of schools screwed me, everything I learned up to 10th grade had to do with god, the bible and shit like that; nothing useful for a normal school. The inevitable occurred and I was left back a grade. It wasn't so bad at first, I got along well with the younger kids and I still had all my friends from the year above me.
That year things blew up with me and my parents, I had an extremely bad week which resulted in me being kicked out of the house by my day with a bag as big as me filled with my cloths. After 2 months between friends and on the street, my friend who also dropped out of school took me in to live with him. His mom set out a few minimal rules for me if I wanted to stay with them and I was set. A small problem was that they lived 2 hours drive from my school so I was forced to drop out of school but that didn't seem important at the time. Me and my friend spent a lot of our time planning our futures, we were going to move to America together after we found a way to get my friend a greencard and we would live a proper life. Once again life was great or at least that's what I forced myself to believe but truthfully I was being teared apart from inside, I was bottling up everything I felt since arriving in Israel and it was on the verge of bursting. After about 4-5 months of living with my friend in the same room I made one mistake that will probably prove to be one of the only things I'll ever regret in my life. That mistake got me back into the streets and conjured up the worst 2 days of my life in which I made a few more terrible mistakes. At the end of the two days I was back home, my real home with my real family. I was glad to be back with my brother whom I love dearly but I was not speaking with my parents. For about 2 months I did not speak with my parents not including the 6 months that I wasn't at home, not a word. They tried to win my love by buying me everything I could possibly want but it made no difference, as far as I was concerned, that past year and all the troubles in my life up until that moment were all their fault.
Summer vacation started but it made no difference to me, I hadn't been in school for about half a year. The hard decision stood before me, should I go back to school or not? Once again I did the right thing and decided to go back to school. The school had kept a close watch on me since the mess at home started and I ever had sessions with the school councilor a few times before I went to move with my friend but now the school decided to play dumb. They wouldn't let me back in under any circumstances so I went over their heads. Here's where my parents started coming back into the picture, they were trying to do anything to get me to talk to them and they insisted on helping me get back into school if that's what I wanted. It wasn't easy for me to accept their help at first but by the time it was over and the government forced the school into taking me back, I was on talking terms with my parents. In truth, I finally realized then how much they loved me but I was still only 16 and wasn't about to admit it. School put me into the worst class possible, it was a gathering of retarts, rejects and trouble makers, it was my only way into school without being left back for a second time.
That whole period of my life made me get closer than I ever dreamed possible with a few of my friends and the friend I lived with in my homeless period made things right between us again but all this came at the cost of me loosing 90% of my former friends. It's hard to go through what I went through that year and not come out a totally different person, I was more serious about life and most of my former friends weren't willing to accept the new me. Still no matter, my 6-7 friends were like family to me, none of them learned at my school (most of them dropped out) but they were and still are my true friends.
School was coming to an end and the next step is army, in Israel it is the law, at the age of 18 after you finish school, you're sent to the army for 3 years. I had 1 year that I was with my friends 24/7, I got closer to my parents than anyone I know and I had a blast. The plan was to finish school and move to America, school ended, one by one my friends were sent to the army till only I was left alone, which brings us up to date.

The next big step in my life is leaving everything I grew up with, everything I know, everyone I know and going someplace absolutely new, absolutely alone. I've decided that the best, safest way for me to move is to go to the US army, after 2-4 years in the army I will have a much better picture of my surroundings and I'll have the money needed inorder to go to collage and get started with life. Another good reason to go to the army is because it's foolproof, I get a place to live, food and everything else a person needs inorder to live plus I'm getting paid. I won't have nearly any expenses so 2-4 years of paychecks will be going strait into saving for the years to come after the army.
Intimidating?
That's putting it mildly. I am terrified of this move, that's probaly the reason it hasn't happened yet. All I need inorder to move is $1000-2000$ to get myself started, now while that's not an amount of money that just finds itself into your pocket, it also isn't impossibly hard to get, 1-2 months in a steady job should be enough.
Why am I still here?
Well that dippens, I could say that I haven't found a job yet so I don't have the money for the move and I would be telling the truth but then I'd not only be fooling everyone else, I'd also be fooling myself. That is basically what I've been doing since July, I'm pretty sure 6 months is a long time to not be able to find a job and it is.
So why don't I have a job?
If you haven't figgured it out then here, I'm admitting this both to you and to myself. I am scared, I'm going out occasionally to "look" for a job, hoping beyond all hopes that I fail, thus delaying the move even more so that I won't have to deal with it yet. I'm doing just enough effort to be able to fool people into thinking that I've just been very unlucky in finding a job but to tell the truth I have been taking advantage of not having anything to do. I've been basically sitting around doing nothing for 6 months and it's starting to become both a habit that's hard to change and very boring.
So what's holding me back from making the move?
Well the fact that I don't have the money is just a technical obstacle that can easily be overcome, the real reason is because I'm not letting myself. I'm doing nothing, none of the things that need to be done inorder to get the money and arrange all that the things that need to be arranged for this move to take place.

I feel better after writing this, maybe admitting my problem will help me deal with it, I hope so. It's not that I don't want to move, it's just that I want it to be easy when it obviously isn't. So there you have it, my life story and my future planes.

My First Time ;)

Ok so I'm new to all this as you may or may not have noticed from the Title, the only way I've ever written before was in the form of short stories, most fictional. I'm sitting here listening to The Red by Chevelle, one of my favorite songs and I'm getting lost in it, it's something that always happens to me when I don't know how to start something, I get lost in my surroundings. This time I'm not letting my wandering brain take control, I have a goal and I'm going to achieve it, I'm going to finish my first post ever on my on-line Journal/Blog. Hmm, Blog, I wonder why people call this a Blog? The word Blog comes from Weblog, it's supposed to be a page devoted to link people to various sites on the web, one person looks up a handful of useful sites for different purposes, categorizes them, rates them, gives a small description and makes our lives easier. So I'm just calling this a Blog for the sake of the site Blogger but technically this is my on-line journal.
Enough about that, you see what happens when my mind wanders astray in different directions? I start talking useless nonsense. Let's talk a bit about me! Yea yea, "me me me, it's always about me", hey it is my journal, what do you expect me to talk about?!
Well on with me...Finished school last summer, a big accomplishment for me being I was left back and had to do 10th grade twice (long story) but I guess it was all for the best, it's those little mistakes that sometimes turn out to have not so little consequences that mature you for life.
I was thinking the other day, "What have I learned in school?", at first I though, "Well I've learned some math, that's gotta be useful. History, a man has to know what happened in his past to ready himself for the future." I strained my mind for a little while longer and went through the different courses I learned in school trying to convince myself that I had obtained some kind of skill that would prepare me for the future. Truthfully all that history, math, English and other rubbish you learned in school is just a cover up, you're never gonna really use 90% of that stuff in the real world but school does teach you a ton of other useful stuff unintentionally that helps prepare you for life, only not intentional...
Ever been sent to the principles office?
I bet most of you have, even the best, most disciplined student has to have crossed one line or another in his or her 12 years in school. Well anyway, I sure know I have had my share of visits to the principles office but somehow I don't remember ever getting really punished, if hanging out outside with a couple friends "sweeping" the floors is a punishment then sign me up! Let's pretend for the sake of where I'm going with this, that having a free lesion outside picking up a plastic bag every now and then but mostly causing more havoc with your friends than you could ever dream of doing inside a lesson; is a punishment. How many times have you actually had to pay for what you have done?
For instance this one time my teacher wanted to know why I was cutting Gym class. The real reason:
I was lazy, wanted to have a free hour to sit around with my friends and smoke a cigarette and I depended more on my brains than on sheer force or the distance I could run, I mean school is supposed to teach you and make you smarter not to waist an hour of your time playing soccer or other things that most people do at home.
However the reason my teacher heard was far from that, she heard the sad story of how I was abused during my childhood at Gym class and how teachers used to laugh at me and students used to pick on me and finally I explained that I was deeply traumatized by my past experiences with that particular lesson, making it impossible for me to attend them....
HAHA! Yea right, yep that's it, I should have added that my Gym teacher sexually abused me when I was 5 along with the rest of that load of crap and it would have been perfect.
The teacher however was deeply moved by my modest story and with a tissue to her eye she not only let me go unpunished but also excused me from attending Gym class leaving me free to do as I wished with my free hour.
The point of that story, well other than it being one of my greatest successes in lying to a teacher it also helps me give an idea of what kids learn in school. I mean that idea couldn't have just popped out of thin air, school is responsible for me being smart enough to lie my way out of punishment, my experience in coming up with excuses paid off.
So what have we learned in school?
How to use the system to your advantage, how to deal with different types of people at different ages, how to make up an excuse for almost anything and basically how to handle everyday situations without the help of math and history.
I'll bet you anything that half the people who read this are saying 'What a load of crap!', well now stop and think, how many people reach the age of 30 and still remember all that rubbish they learned in school? Going through school is like reading a very long boring book, half the time your thinking of girls/boys, a good movie you saw, how good it would be to be outside and you're just skimming through the pages without the contents of the book registering in your brain. If you were to read that book for a second time then things would start registering, a third and you would have pretty much mastered the important/interesting parts of the book. Does that mean I think people should go through school 2-3 times?
Hell no! Are you insane? That's where higher education comes in, you take all that useless information you had thrown at you for 12 years and relearn it. Collage, universities or whatever other form of higher education you choose to attend, that's where you actually learn something that you can use and you will most likely remember what you've learned for a reasonable amount of your life. Like I said at the beginning, school is not totally useless, it does teatch you things, it's just the things they try to teach you there that have no real use for most people, the things you actually do learn are what build your character later on in life. So if you have a blast through high school and pass with a C+ average then you have learned all you need to know in-order to get on with the rest of your life and when you finally go to collage then you'll be taught things that will prove to be useful while searching for a job. If on the other hand you spend collage skipping classes and generally not learning the things that you're paying to be taught then not only are you spending a shit-load of money for nothing but you're wasting your life and jeopardizing your future.
Ok I think I've said enough for today, there's no point in making myself write till it gets to the point where I'm not enjoying it (unless I'm getting paid for it)...see ya!