A few days ago, I wrote an extremely emo French essay about "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow" with a lot of psuedo-philosophical nonsense about cells and Sylvia Plath quotes and purposely ill-chosen adjectives. I'm really curious to see how my French teacher will react to this. But usually, whenever I write weird (bad) essays or do strange projects that don't follow the prompt at all, the teacher just writes a question mark and gives me a 96. It's kind of nice, actually. Like the time we had to make a visual interpretation of a verse from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" and I did a rather graphic watercolor of an African-American child getting its eyes picked out by bees. I had an explanation for this, but not a very convincing one. My teacher just said "How interesting!" I think I'm going to miss that about high school. I can explain so many patently false interpretations with "For some reason in my mind I connected this with [totally irrelevant phenomenon.]" Somehow I don't think that'll fly next year. If I even get to take literature-type courses next year.
In related news, I read The Bell Jar and now I'm really fascinated with Sylvia Plath and mental illness and suicide. We've also been talking about animal liberation in ARC, which begets questions about measuring intelligence and the worth of life as a function of intelligence. And it just strikes me again and again how much of this world is controlled by people of a certain type -- people like you and me who can use computers and words and numbers and other constructs of our imagination. In fact, I'm so good at living this type of life that I can't imagine any other. How messed up is that?
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