Undeniable Talent

I remember some time back, I don't remembe how long ago, I told someone that I had done a spanish exam that consisted of writing an essay. About anything. This was an opportunity I could not pass up. And I did not.

One thing I am happy for, is the fact that the teacher who gave us this exam has a much more open mind than I do, and most probably will ever achieve. God bless her heart.

Without further ado, I present to you: I Hate School.

I do not like school. Waking up early every morning to go and listen to people talk about things they know nothing about. To listen to people who have the power to decide whether you pass or not. I do not have much appreciation for teachers. And I know that they don't hold me in high regard either. But that is their problem, not mine.

I've not been having these thoughts very long. Only several years, like 3. As soon as I came to France, I noticed that the education system was very different to the one I was used to before I came here. The only thing that is missing here, are the teachers telling the students daily "I'm only here because I get a check to cash at the end of the month". I've known many teachers to tell me this. And it's one of the few times that they are being honest. But those who come to school everyday, who give class and do as though they love what they do even if alot of their actions tell a different story, those are the ones I do not like.

I don't hide the fact that I don't like school. I've always said it. I believe, since primary school, that I never liked waking up at 6 in the morning to go to school. But the difference between then and now, it is not cold in the Caribbean.

In the Caribbean, wait, first I need to explain where it is I am from, that way you can get a better idea of what I'm saying. I'm from a little island named Saint-Martin. Maybe you know it, maybe you don't. Doesn't matter. A small, two-sided, 37 square-miled rock. A French side, where I was born, and a Dutch side, where I went to school. My mom is French, my dad, Dutch. At home we speak 2 languages, English with Dad, French with Mom. Good, now enough about my family and back to the island. The island of Saint-Martin is very much like my family. 2 sides, 2 main languages, but the MANY nationalities being the only difference, but with the beautiful weather, the people are happy (most of the time). Waking up at 6 back then was not too much of a problem, because when it is 26° outside, it's better to be awake than in bed sweating. Here in Paris, that is not the case.

Let me take today as an example. For me to be able to make it to your class, I had to wake up at 6 am. Outside the temperature was around -1°. When you are comfortable in your bed, it's nice and warm in your room, you are sleepy, the LAST thing you want to do is get out of bed. But such is life, like the old people say. You have to get up, you have to go to school and listen to the teachers. And I do not like any of this. You can say that I am a tad bit lazy.

Mom always told me so, but that is my problem, not yours. I love to sleep, I do not like the cold. I believe that there are many people such as myself in the world. So Mom, if one day you read this: "I'm not lazy, I'm normal". That's the way I am, I don't like authority. I respect others, but I don't like when people say "Do this, not that; you don't have the right to do this, etc." Let me live my life how I feel like. I want to make my own mistakes and learn from them. Every time someone tells me not to do something, something clicks in my brain telling me to do just the opposite. And of course, I do it. Whatever the consequences may be.

That is most probably the reason I do not like teachers, school or people in general who tell me what to do. I do not like authority and I believe I will be this way until the day I die. Such is life like many would say. I think that every time someone tells me to do something, I will say no, and when they ask me why, my response will be "Such is life".

There you have it. My masterpiece. Basically we were allowed to prepare our text for that day, and then write it out properly and hand it to her. Note that this text was translated from spanish. Anyway, me being the perennial slacker that I am, I prepared nothing. I didn't even know what I would write about. So I just decided to put my pen to the paper and write. And this is what I came up with. Pretty original if I can say so myself. My only concern was that she may not like it, and might find it disrespectful towards her and her colleagues. Little did I know.

She graded it 17 out of 20. OH. MY. GOD. Yeah, I'm awesome. Did I add that she put "Very original and intellectual"? Oh well yeah, she totally said that. Yes, I am awesome.

But then again, she might be on crack. Oh well, 17 out of 20 it is. She can't take it back.

I'm out.