01-23-2013, 11:27 PM
I don't like to be taught, or to teach anyone anything. At the same time, I don't have a problem with any of that. I just like to do things the hard way. Since I had problems, I had to learn in my own ways, and it took me a while to find those ways. In most schools, teachers are too busy to focus on any one student's own needs, and they make you feel selfish or stupid if you can't learn like the others.
The fact is that most of the straight A students in school are fucking morons when it comes to grasping anything that they can't immediately look up in a book or online. And some teachers teach you stupid things, like that you can't write past the line on the right side of notebook paper. I said: "Look! That's only the line from the other side of the paper showing through. Why do I have to stop there?" And one time I got an F for refusing to change the spelling of "Jif" peanut butter to "Jiffy" peanut butter, in a report I had to write. I told my mom about it, and she told me it was "Jiffy". So I took the damned peanut butter jar to school: and I got sent to the office for having food in class, because we were supposed to keep our lunches at a special area, and I kept the peanut butter at my desk to show the teacher. And since the teacher was so angry that I brought food in class, she refused to look at what the jar said. So I still got an F.
I'm glad I didn't have the Internet when I was younger. If I needed a book or an album, or anything, and I couldn't get it in town; I'd have to go to another town, or another state. And all the adventures I had, searching for things. And all the experiences I had, and all the things I learned, travelling around on quests for things....And all the great adventures I had as a child, playing in the woods and fields, and old dirt roads. Now kids are so busy with their machines, if someone cuts down all the wooded areas and pave over all the fields in their neighborhoods, they simply go on as usual. I remember when I was younger there's no way we would have let them tear down our woods without causing trouble. Someone cut down the tree where we'd been building a treehouse all summer, and we threw a fit that got on people's nerves so much it caused them physical pain.
I have my own ways of learning. I call them my Warm Paths. I learn things the hard way, so I get more out of things, and so I get to actually go out and do things. People are good at making society more efficient. At least some levels of society. But a lot of it gets in my way. In the sense that a highway gets in my way when I'm trying to walk somewhere. Or a schedule gets in my way, when I'm trying to live my life, and not make a cog of myself by repressing things that later explode to the surface in devastating ways.
There are plenty of gifted, talented people that do great jobs in this society. But I know my limitations. I can't do what they do, and I don't expect them to stop doing their great jobs, as long as it isn't doing more harm than good. But I have to do what I need to do in my life. And just because I'm one person doesn't mean people can push me aside every single time they come roaring down the road, on their way to Chick fe la to protest gay marriage, or to celebrate the grand opening of a new Super WalMart that's going to put the small downtown businesses under....If I want to go walking in the city, and they're too busy building a third Lowes building---leaving those other two large lots vacant for decades---to put in sidewalks, then they're just going to have to swerve their four-wheeled machines out of my way, because if I get hit and end up dead in the ditch of somebody's property, they'll be pissed, I know they will! Because people love to be angry; it gets their heart's racing, and it's exciting.
I like to do things the hard way.
The fact is that most of the straight A students in school are fucking morons when it comes to grasping anything that they can't immediately look up in a book or online. And some teachers teach you stupid things, like that you can't write past the line on the right side of notebook paper. I said: "Look! That's only the line from the other side of the paper showing through. Why do I have to stop there?" And one time I got an F for refusing to change the spelling of "Jif" peanut butter to "Jiffy" peanut butter, in a report I had to write. I told my mom about it, and she told me it was "Jiffy". So I took the damned peanut butter jar to school: and I got sent to the office for having food in class, because we were supposed to keep our lunches at a special area, and I kept the peanut butter at my desk to show the teacher. And since the teacher was so angry that I brought food in class, she refused to look at what the jar said. So I still got an F.
I'm glad I didn't have the Internet when I was younger. If I needed a book or an album, or anything, and I couldn't get it in town; I'd have to go to another town, or another state. And all the adventures I had, searching for things. And all the experiences I had, and all the things I learned, travelling around on quests for things....And all the great adventures I had as a child, playing in the woods and fields, and old dirt roads. Now kids are so busy with their machines, if someone cuts down all the wooded areas and pave over all the fields in their neighborhoods, they simply go on as usual. I remember when I was younger there's no way we would have let them tear down our woods without causing trouble. Someone cut down the tree where we'd been building a treehouse all summer, and we threw a fit that got on people's nerves so much it caused them physical pain.
I have my own ways of learning. I call them my Warm Paths. I learn things the hard way, so I get more out of things, and so I get to actually go out and do things. People are good at making society more efficient. At least some levels of society. But a lot of it gets in my way. In the sense that a highway gets in my way when I'm trying to walk somewhere. Or a schedule gets in my way, when I'm trying to live my life, and not make a cog of myself by repressing things that later explode to the surface in devastating ways.
There are plenty of gifted, talented people that do great jobs in this society. But I know my limitations. I can't do what they do, and I don't expect them to stop doing their great jobs, as long as it isn't doing more harm than good. But I have to do what I need to do in my life. And just because I'm one person doesn't mean people can push me aside every single time they come roaring down the road, on their way to Chick fe la to protest gay marriage, or to celebrate the grand opening of a new Super WalMart that's going to put the small downtown businesses under....If I want to go walking in the city, and they're too busy building a third Lowes building---leaving those other two large lots vacant for decades---to put in sidewalks, then they're just going to have to swerve their four-wheeled machines out of my way, because if I get hit and end up dead in the ditch of somebody's property, they'll be pissed, I know they will! Because people love to be angry; it gets their heart's racing, and it's exciting.
I like to do things the hard way.