I guess a lot of time has passed since I've been blogging recently. I had to be reminded that I had a personal blog. Even though this is failing miserably, I guess I should try to keep up with the modern world.
So school has started, it is great. I had to create a new blog for my computing. I felt great when I opened it the following day of creation and it had two page views..... and I hadn't even posted anything. I really felt great, as the blog title has my name in it, and now I know two anonymous people had the pleasure of mistakenly landing on my blog, and reading my name. I guess this is the road to success. So in my excitement, I proceeded to write three posts which state what I learnt that subsequent day. I really hoped that I would become a success and it would pave my way out of school into an international blogger, acclaimed for writing down simple things I learnt. So I checked today, and guess how many page views I got? 6. Motherfucking 6. All my dreams crashed, like World Trade Centre. Wait, is that too harsh? I guess so. Nevermind.
So I got an English essay to complete over the weekend. It isn't similar to the Indian exams; all they do is ask one question and you have to write a whole essay on that. It's like writing so much about so little. No wonder girls outnumber the boys in my class 2 to 1. It's like they're built to talk so much, and have alternate interpretations. I guess you can say I've become stereotypical, but if you do, that's exactly what my Economics teacher said. I mean, in my essay about life expenditure and how it changes and you grow older, I put that after school people go to college. He got offended by it and gave me a lecture on how it is very less compared to other people who drop out and some who don't even have the right to education. I just said one good possibility, and I was sort of encouraging people to continue school as they will get a high paying job and stuff like that.
Man, I guess I'm not making sense, equivalent to my english essay I'm currently writing. It's like so difficult to write about what you think the author would've actually meant, when they've been dead for over 100 years. I feel that half the things I'm learning in school is basically useless. I mean, they don't teach me how income tax works or how a car insurance works, but thank god I know the Pythagoras' Theorem.
So school has started, it is great. I had to create a new blog for my computing. I felt great when I opened it the following day of creation and it had two page views..... and I hadn't even posted anything. I really felt great, as the blog title has my name in it, and now I know two anonymous people had the pleasure of mistakenly landing on my blog, and reading my name. I guess this is the road to success. So in my excitement, I proceeded to write three posts which state what I learnt that subsequent day. I really hoped that I would become a success and it would pave my way out of school into an international blogger, acclaimed for writing down simple things I learnt. So I checked today, and guess how many page views I got? 6. Motherfucking 6. All my dreams crashed, like World Trade Centre. Wait, is that too harsh? I guess so. Nevermind.
So I got an English essay to complete over the weekend. It isn't similar to the Indian exams; all they do is ask one question and you have to write a whole essay on that. It's like writing so much about so little. No wonder girls outnumber the boys in my class 2 to 1. It's like they're built to talk so much, and have alternate interpretations. I guess you can say I've become stereotypical, but if you do, that's exactly what my Economics teacher said. I mean, in my essay about life expenditure and how it changes and you grow older, I put that after school people go to college. He got offended by it and gave me a lecture on how it is very less compared to other people who drop out and some who don't even have the right to education. I just said one good possibility, and I was sort of encouraging people to continue school as they will get a high paying job and stuff like that.
Man, I guess I'm not making sense, equivalent to my english essay I'm currently writing. It's like so difficult to write about what you think the author would've actually meant, when they've been dead for over 100 years. I feel that half the things I'm learning in school is basically useless. I mean, they don't teach me how income tax works or how a car insurance works, but thank god I know the Pythagoras' Theorem.
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