Ap English
Got confirmation that my request to drop that crap second semester was allowed. I feel like a huge load has been lifted off my back.
I'm annoyed by anything I can't prove. When I turn in a math test, I basically know how I did. When I turn in an essay, I have no idea how I did and when I get it back, I have no idea why my grade was a 74/100, and not a 73 or a 75 or a 98. In math, nothing is hidden or taken for granted. Every tool, theoreom, equation, "dishwasher" as my math teacher would say, is opened up for anyone to examine, prove, and understand. Math allows you to take a seemingly chaotic event, say, bouncing a ball down the street, and reduce it to a series of equations that dissect and predict everything the ball will do. I like to read, and I like to think about what I read. I'm really just not that good at it.
You know what else bugs me? Time. It gets faster and faster as I gain more experiences. What was a lifetime in elementry school is only a year now, only a month, a week. As soon as I get comfortable in one grade, I get dumped into the next. That's how my whole life will work out. The second I start to get accustomed to college, I'll be figuring out a job. Once I get good at it, I'll have to retire. It's like being swept down a flood-swollen river.
So what do we, as humans do to solve this problem? There are two true constants: life and death. To avoid dramatic change, we can embrace one or the other. In this lies a reason for suicide, as well as a reason for finding the secret to eternal life.
Death is a constant. It won't change, you won't have to be kicked off somewhere else as soon as you think you've figured it out. The same goes if you live forever. If you live out the stereotype of the guy who lives forever, you're guaranteed no sudden changes in your life. Presumably you disappear off to an island in the Pacific with your fortune, but that would not be the case.
Living forever is the pick of the insecure. Death is for the ...secure? The confident, strong. This is why I sometimes think about suicide, not in a practical, actual sense, but purely as the thought-experiment, the philosophical. Only to end the constant change and turmoil, the things I can't prove and the things I don't know, those things I can't stand.
I'm annoyed by anything I can't prove. When I turn in a math test, I basically know how I did. When I turn in an essay, I have no idea how I did and when I get it back, I have no idea why my grade was a 74/100, and not a 73 or a 75 or a 98. In math, nothing is hidden or taken for granted. Every tool, theoreom, equation, "dishwasher" as my math teacher would say, is opened up for anyone to examine, prove, and understand. Math allows you to take a seemingly chaotic event, say, bouncing a ball down the street, and reduce it to a series of equations that dissect and predict everything the ball will do. I like to read, and I like to think about what I read. I'm really just not that good at it.
You know what else bugs me? Time. It gets faster and faster as I gain more experiences. What was a lifetime in elementry school is only a year now, only a month, a week. As soon as I get comfortable in one grade, I get dumped into the next. That's how my whole life will work out. The second I start to get accustomed to college, I'll be figuring out a job. Once I get good at it, I'll have to retire. It's like being swept down a flood-swollen river.
So what do we, as humans do to solve this problem? There are two true constants: life and death. To avoid dramatic change, we can embrace one or the other. In this lies a reason for suicide, as well as a reason for finding the secret to eternal life.
Death is a constant. It won't change, you won't have to be kicked off somewhere else as soon as you think you've figured it out. The same goes if you live forever. If you live out the stereotype of the guy who lives forever, you're guaranteed no sudden changes in your life. Presumably you disappear off to an island in the Pacific with your fortune, but that would not be the case.
Living forever is the pick of the insecure. Death is for the ...secure? The confident, strong. This is why I sometimes think about suicide, not in a practical, actual sense, but purely as the thought-experiment, the philosophical. Only to end the constant change and turmoil, the things I can't prove and the things I don't know, those things I can't stand.
