College Lit is Something to Look Forward To

My classes this quarter are so unbelievably shallow and pedantic that I find myself looking forward to College Lit. By far, College Lit is my favorite class on the schedule. I never knew you could have so much fun during a class. It is very enjoyable, even though Mr. Kunkle never ceases to yell at me, Rob, Jonny, Komplin, and Cam. He describes us as a nuisance to the class but I think the complete opposite. Without us, the other students would be completely bored. We bring the fun to this class.

Admittedly, we do sometimes talk when we're not supposed to, but who can blame us? We are just so freakin' cool that it's if we talk to much. Mr. Kunkle pretends to be get mad but I know deep down he wishes he was involved in our conversations and not teaching about books. He puts on a good act but I can see through him. I'm special like that.

Anyway, College Lit is a pretty good class that teaches extremely valuable life skills that evcry single one of us will use later in our lives. For real though, this is my favorite class this quarter.

Persepolis

I think that the author of this book exaggerates way to much. It's like she's writing this book so we feel sorry for her because all this bad stuff is happening to her. Don't get me wrong, I like the book fine, I just don't believe what Satrapi is telling me. I sincerely doubt that her first ever boyfriend turned out to be a homosexual and then the next boyfriend after that was cheating on her. Maybe she hates men and wants that to be portayed in her book.

Like Holden in Catcher in the Rye, I find Satrapi to be an unreliable narrator. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe all this stuff actually did happen to her. But I am sticking by my opinion. She's a liar!

We are all Racist

Mr. Kunkle obviously wanted to know how racist we are, so he made us take a test on the computer to see if we discriminated against Muslims. That test was a complete waste of time, and it gave me a super headache. It was so redundant. The test wasn't even accurate. The computer ended up telling certain people in my class that they weren't at all racist, when in fact, they are extremely racist. It would've been kind of neat if the test was actually accurate, but it wasn't.

We are all racist. Every single one of us. You can sit there and tell me that you aren't, but you would be a liar. If you were placed in a room full of people of a different race, you would feel uneasy. That uneasiness is racist. Like it or not, that's how it is. Sure, you can have friends that are of a different race but that does not mean your not racist. I have quite a few friends who are a different race then me. However, I hate to admit that I am still racist. I would feel uneasy if I was the only white person in a room that was filled with other races.

I don't need some random computer test to tell me what I am. I know what I am. In school, we take all these computer tests to help us figure out what we want to do with our lives after high school, but they don't help. Computers don't know us. Neither do the people who wrote the program for the computer.

That's all I have to say for now.

Rebel without a Cause

Rebel without a Cause was probably the worst movie I have ever watched. There was no point to it at all. You know what part I loved? I loved that when Buzz was killed his girlfriend didn't even give a damn. That cracked me up. This movie was just incredbily messed up. I mean, like two seconds after Plato was gunned down by trigger happy cops, James Dean introduces his new girl to his parents. He introduces her to them over Platos dead body. Everybody in my class started laughing.

I'm still confused on why we watched this movie. Was James Dean supposed to be like Holden Caulfield? Because if he was, I failed to see that comparison just like I failed Algrebra during my freshman year. Maybe I'm the only who didn't see it, I don't know.

Anyway I'm writing this as I'm watching the Houston Texans play, so this post alone has taken me 45 minutes to write because it keeps getting interrupted because the Texans are so incapable of playing the whole four quarters that I find myself yelling at the television.