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HELP 😭😭😭 That is a big oof. My teacher doesn't even check math homework. LUCKY! I’m probably not even going to turn the assignment in. It literally affects 0.05 percentage points. I don’t really care about it. State is in 2 days, so I’ve got other things to worry about.

Correct, study for SO. It is more important than math hw. Also, over the next few days and next week, be observant and listen to people randomly humming during classes, "I got the horses on my back, my horse..." I am trying to see how much time it takes for a song to come out and people are humming it. Already started to happen here and probably in CT too.

No kidding! Math hw, especially in middle school, is D.U.M.B.    Ok, I can do that. Send a link to this song.

There are too many variables, so results will vary if you were to actually conduct tests.

Yesterday, I realized that school is a system, and that’s why I dislike it so much. Questioning everything, even to the point of being annoying, is fun (and necessary), because mental stagnation is scary. However, it’s inevitable if you always obey the system. Systems don’t often allow for deviation, so people that have always stayed within them are generally more narrow-minded. I also realized that every day, when I go to school, I have to turn my favorite place (the inside of my brain — the only place I have any control, which is a more creative place than many other places), into a dull, gray storage bin, to be filled with events in the life of John the Eighty-Ninth’s mother’s ex-husband’s grandmother’s great-granddog’s twin’ owner’s life.......you get the point. So, school is a freezing cold prison (hence the purple zipper hoodie), with no room for people that want to strengthen their brain. School teaches you how to take tests, but not how to use your brain. (Exceptions include Mr. Ruiz’s Social Studies class, in which he gives lectures and asks questions that aren’t 100% fact-based.)

Today, I realized that my life is an extended period of time wherein I witness my luck, work, and hopes crumbling before my eyes.

Tomorrow, I will realize (it will hit me) that I’m dead for SciOly.