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Ok ...... : so let us begin
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.......
a monday morning, it surely was, an unsuspecting young'n, walked through the door, and what...
, yes, t'was Mrs. Brown welcoming a new old class, of students, drug (coffee) addicts, and worst of all
Over achievers.
"woe is me" thought all.... who had failed the summer assignment, and were hurt, miserable, and prone
, prone to what? shall ask me from the future, prone to giving up hope before the IB path has begun.
to not sully the mood, I'll change the subject, to one where the wise Omar can find hope
Math, not the standard type, the Midgette type,
the kind of math that attacks you, when you're defenseless, and forces you to conform
and after you're left thinking your were a victim, you realize that you are somehow better off
your brain capacity increases, your hope is crushed to the point where you realize that hope was lie
a lie that grants the wielder incredible abilities, when they realize the deception
thus having no hope, and no emotion, yielded a brain with a predictable pattern of thinking,
a cold, hard, calculating brain, that redid the summer assignment to only get a 91 on it and a 90 in the class
The sheer underwhelming frustration, as it quickly consumed , I realized that the only way to survive
was to survive, logic at its finest, there need not be deep thought but the required amount to pass each class
those classes, or biology, where many fools dare to understand why things function,
are best achieved in, not buy questioning, but by submitting to the cruel and evil will that it imposes
memorize the facts and tie no emotion, those are words of wisdom,
so when that won hun-ed is handed with a sticker
just forget everything and binge watch Netflix
flash forward a year later
and look at the hero of the story, grandpa bromar, called is he by the peers
a name that carries of unattainable wisdom, and brotherly hood
this fine thinking has landed him to an ok position, in which he finally didn't get a C in his english class
This miracle, this... this unprecedented event, reveals one epiphany
and that is : summer assignments are muy malo ( that's a spanish phrase).
I expect great things come, not really to me, but in general
and it's also important to note that meursault and shakespeare, were probably one and the same
since saying that the world is a tale that signifies nothing, is way to existential to be a coincidence
----- The Chronicles of A Grandfather's Life, book 129, chapter 13, pg 7423
Conquering IB
link of video
https://youtu.be/Mn3ITx22CI0
Bromar! You're incredibly talented with a huge brain, and every conversation I've had with you has challenged me to open my mind. It's been an honor to know you.
ReplyDeleteOhhhmerrrr. You are too good for this worlddd. I know Junior English was stressful for you, but that story shows your true creativity. You were just restricted by too many rubics. Don't lose your ability to express yourself through story. I know it'll help you a lot in your life. ^_^
ReplyDeleteAre you still salty about that C? Lol. I liked your story and I'm glad you took the creative route. It is quite easy to be hard on yourself when you want to be successful but it can also be limiting. Mr. Moh'd, you are smart and you will achieve great things, just go with the flow and everything will fall into place. Peace.
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