"I wish I could go back to elementary school! Nobody judged me back than, I could wear what I wanted and be myself!"
Honestly, this is one of the reasons why I don't like people. You want to go back to elementary school because you weren't judged and you could wear whatever you wanted and play hop-scotch and be jolly all the time? What is wrong with you? Do you not understand the gravity of your wish? Do I seriously need to enforce it into your naive little brain? It's all for the good of humankind, the gigantic number of organisms who pollute the earth and act extremely stupid most of the time, but I will do it, this time.
Going back to elementary school doesn't necessarily mean that you won't be judged. A place where you are never to be judged does not exist in our universe. It is out of our perception, so forget about that. You will always be judged, you were judged from the beginning and you will be judged at the end.
When you came to life, people judged how you looked as a baby, how handsome/pretty you were going to turn out, who you were going to look like more, etc. As you grew up, the story goes, you had all your innocent ambitions and crazy dreams that were un-achievable or impossible and you got judged there too. If you were realistic, how broad your imagination was, if you were going to be an average student or a genius.
Then came the legal life of elementary school. Your work was judged by your teachers, and your efforts by your parents. Sure you were wearing your hair in silly little pig-tails and having the time of your life which at the time consisted of only 7 years, but you were being judged.
Middle school had you struggling with its three crazy years of transformation and the limbo of mutating into something called an adult which really didn't turn out as you wanted. You now had responsibilities, guy/girl problems, high school expectations and so on.
The thought of repeating high school makes me want to jump off of a New York skyscraper. The four egregious years you spent not sleeping, writing essays, solving useless math problems that you would never use again, and taking PE class ( which is hell on earth, itself)...OH, forgot to mention the hassle of SATs and college applications.
So, dear person who wants to go back to elementary school, if you ever discover a hidden time machine or invent one, please consult me before using it. I will happily demonstrate what a good choice would look like, which in my case is, to go to the first day of my amazing, and inspiring, and fabulous job that I will love to do, and be passionate about.
Lots of molecular transporters
-Belle
Honestly, this is one of the reasons why I don't like people. You want to go back to elementary school because you weren't judged and you could wear whatever you wanted and play hop-scotch and be jolly all the time? What is wrong with you? Do you not understand the gravity of your wish? Do I seriously need to enforce it into your naive little brain? It's all for the good of humankind, the gigantic number of organisms who pollute the earth and act extremely stupid most of the time, but I will do it, this time.
Going back to elementary school doesn't necessarily mean that you won't be judged. A place where you are never to be judged does not exist in our universe. It is out of our perception, so forget about that. You will always be judged, you were judged from the beginning and you will be judged at the end.
When you came to life, people judged how you looked as a baby, how handsome/pretty you were going to turn out, who you were going to look like more, etc. As you grew up, the story goes, you had all your innocent ambitions and crazy dreams that were un-achievable or impossible and you got judged there too. If you were realistic, how broad your imagination was, if you were going to be an average student or a genius.
Then came the legal life of elementary school. Your work was judged by your teachers, and your efforts by your parents. Sure you were wearing your hair in silly little pig-tails and having the time of your life which at the time consisted of only 7 years, but you were being judged.
Middle school had you struggling with its three crazy years of transformation and the limbo of mutating into something called an adult which really didn't turn out as you wanted. You now had responsibilities, guy/girl problems, high school expectations and so on.
The thought of repeating high school makes me want to jump off of a New York skyscraper. The four egregious years you spent not sleeping, writing essays, solving useless math problems that you would never use again, and taking PE class ( which is hell on earth, itself)...OH, forgot to mention the hassle of SATs and college applications.
So, dear person who wants to go back to elementary school, if you ever discover a hidden time machine or invent one, please consult me before using it. I will happily demonstrate what a good choice would look like, which in my case is, to go to the first day of my amazing, and inspiring, and fabulous job that I will love to do, and be passionate about.
Lots of molecular transporters
-Belle