censorship of our thoughts

My English teacher remains a moron, right up to the last days of class. *applause at this extreme achievement* She refuses to see anything outside of her box. It’s horrible. I really can’t stand it.

We were discussing a movie clip and the book of Frankenstein, and Steve mentioned something about the mental age vs. physical age aspect of the monster. Now I found this to be an intriguing discussion, because his emotional balance I think is not quite an adult’s would be. To get to the point, I’d thought about it, and apparently other people in the class had to. WELL, my teacher had to stop THAT one immediately. She attempted to explain her logic to us… apparently by discussing this we would detract from the discussion she was TRYING to have… or rather force us to say what SHE thought about something. She wanted us to look at him as a normal human and relate his feelings and emotions in that way, and felt that if we had this discussion it would simply not do at all. “The other classes didn’t even TOUCH where you’re going…” (She added that she thinks it’s good that we’re thinking… maybe she should try it.)

SO, where we could have had a wonderful discussion, we instead lowered ourselves to her box of intelligence. She also said something to the affect that what SHE was trying to say is really what Mary Shelley attempted to portray, and not what we were saying. Where does she get off telling us she knows exactly what Mary Shelley meant? Was she her best friend? Did she take long vacations with Percy Bysshe Shelley and his wife Mary to discuss what exactly Mary Shelley meant in her first novel? I HIGHLY doubt it.

Why have I become so talkitive in the last 8th of the year??? I’ve become quite vocal in class, and actually am communicating my thoughts well… without hesitation. Without nervousness. It’s lovely… I wish she would just let us speak. </rant> (hah HECK yeah Sean)

GOODNESS… newsflash that will make you happy. A new and IMPROVED way to get umlauts on here!!! It’s like html, but not… at any rate, it makes me happy, and I know it’ll make Meg happy… and for Aim’s little é and all… wow. So easy. All typing. None of this copy and paste crap! YAY! 😀

I have roses on my hand again. They have four spines, just like Petite Prince’s rose. Sloaner and Gretchen say he didn’t die… he only went back to his old planet. Aims and Emma, are you guys lying? “he committed suicide!” And my mother thought I was morbid… *laughs* You turned a children’s book into a suicide story! 😛

So addicted. So very addicted. I’ve made a ruling. We need a different time measurement for online. Where 1 real hour = 5 internet minutes. I could make an entire conversion chart. “I told you you had to be off in 5 minutes a long time ago!” “Yeah Mom… *48 real minutes later* I still have a minute left!” How great would that be. Lol… wow.

Cu turns green in the flame. Yes, Gretchen, it does… because we’ve been saying that for 45 minutes now! Hehe.

OY… how many entries do I have left? *scrunches up nose* I so don’t have time to deal with this right now! Maybe I should stop writing so many entries and then I could focus on it after finals… knowing me it’ll come Tuesday night when I really don’t have time to be writing!

Who the HECK is Hugh Morris? HAH right… I’m a slow one.

I’m off to be

~swept away online~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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