The girls they all looked at her and they thought she was quite strange
My mother made apple pie and it is delicious, I’m eating some as I write this and you have every right to be insanely jealous of me.
Something I’ve noticed and thought about for the last couple of weeks and decided to write down:
Why is being smart and ambitious contradictory to being cool? Where’s the fun in being ‘cool’ if you haven’t got anything to say?
I’m currently attending school to reach the highest level of pre-University graduation possible in Germany. It’s up to every student to decide if they want to graduate, we technically already finished school, we’re just doing additional three years to be able to go to Uni. Nobody there can say they’re being forced to do something, it’s their own decision and they can leave whenever they please. They should be feeling lucky that they even get the chance, the German educational system is the biggest crap of all and if you aren’t sorted into the ‘right’ school at the beginning you’ve got very little chance to get to where we are (and are heading).
I’m an attentive student. I listen, I participate actively in class, I ask questions, I discuss my opinions with the teachers and other students, I try to prove my point if I have one and most of the time I succeed. I’m not a know-it-all and I certainly don’t think I’m better than others or that people who aren’t as attentive as I am are stupid. I’m just doing it for myself, my grades, my graduation, my Uni, my future. There’s nothing wrong with other people not doing that, in fact it makes it easier for me.
BUT why oh why do certain people have the opinion that having absolutely no intelligence, nothing to show and not even being able to speak their native language correctly makes them cool? Why oh why is it okay to laugh at someone who’s got brains exactly for that reason? Why oh why are those people even there in the first place?
For the record: not all ‘smart’ people all clichés, in fact only a few are. Smart (or educated or whatever you may call it) people are wonderful, intelligent, humorous, well-dressed, not afraid to be who they are, mostly have way better taste and a more fulfilling life with real friends and better jobs. Why they’re far more interesting is self-explanatory, I think. People who act stupid, people who have the potential to but refuse to be taught anything, realise that they’ve been wrong when it’s too late, when their ‘cool’ school friends have either gotten pregnant or left them, they’ve got nothing to offer and end up working at McDonald’s being ashamed of themselves and their lives. I’ve seen it happen. Of course there’s the occasional rich kid who doesn’t have to do anything and will get employed in daddy’s or uncle’s company all the same, but they’ll never now the feeling of accomplishing something. They’ll never know how it feels when you’ve done something great on your own, when people want you to work for them because they think you’re capable and talented and not because they’re your family or you paid them for it.
Being or acting stupid is not cool. If you aren’t very good at school doesn’t mean you’re stupid, I’m strictly referring to the people sitting in the back row and cackling when I answer the easiest question on basic Spanish grammar. What’s cool about talking like Flava Flav if you’re a guy and talking way too loudly about make-up and how to impress that guy over there with the jeans that are 9 sizes too big by showing him the highest percentage of cleavage possible if you’re a girl? That’s not cool, that’s self-offence. I’d be embarrassed if someone would talk about me in the way they talk about themselves. Why do people feel the need to follow the crowd even of it doesn’t lead them anywhere?
I don’t even know why I let myself be so aggravated by such behaviour, after all I’ve lived with it all my life. I guess I’m just sorry for them and what they’re doing to themselves in order to be what they think is ‘cool’. The 65-year old woman inside me is revealing herself again, hello there.
Feels nice to have that off my chest, especially as I’ve no one to really talk to at the moment, ‘cause most of my close friends who live here are in France for an exchange all week. This is probably also the reason why I’ve been noticing all of this more than usually.
Something I’ve noticed and thought about for the last couple of weeks and decided to write down:
Why is being smart and ambitious contradictory to being cool? Where’s the fun in being ‘cool’ if you haven’t got anything to say?
I’m currently attending school to reach the highest level of pre-University graduation possible in Germany. It’s up to every student to decide if they want to graduate, we technically already finished school, we’re just doing additional three years to be able to go to Uni. Nobody there can say they’re being forced to do something, it’s their own decision and they can leave whenever they please. They should be feeling lucky that they even get the chance, the German educational system is the biggest crap of all and if you aren’t sorted into the ‘right’ school at the beginning you’ve got very little chance to get to where we are (and are heading).
I’m an attentive student. I listen, I participate actively in class, I ask questions, I discuss my opinions with the teachers and other students, I try to prove my point if I have one and most of the time I succeed. I’m not a know-it-all and I certainly don’t think I’m better than others or that people who aren’t as attentive as I am are stupid. I’m just doing it for myself, my grades, my graduation, my Uni, my future. There’s nothing wrong with other people not doing that, in fact it makes it easier for me.
BUT why oh why do certain people have the opinion that having absolutely no intelligence, nothing to show and not even being able to speak their native language correctly makes them cool? Why oh why is it okay to laugh at someone who’s got brains exactly for that reason? Why oh why are those people even there in the first place?
For the record: not all ‘smart’ people all clichés, in fact only a few are. Smart (or educated or whatever you may call it) people are wonderful, intelligent, humorous, well-dressed, not afraid to be who they are, mostly have way better taste and a more fulfilling life with real friends and better jobs. Why they’re far more interesting is self-explanatory, I think. People who act stupid, people who have the potential to but refuse to be taught anything, realise that they’ve been wrong when it’s too late, when their ‘cool’ school friends have either gotten pregnant or left them, they’ve got nothing to offer and end up working at McDonald’s being ashamed of themselves and their lives. I’ve seen it happen. Of course there’s the occasional rich kid who doesn’t have to do anything and will get employed in daddy’s or uncle’s company all the same, but they’ll never now the feeling of accomplishing something. They’ll never know how it feels when you’ve done something great on your own, when people want you to work for them because they think you’re capable and talented and not because they’re your family or you paid them for it.
Being or acting stupid is not cool. If you aren’t very good at school doesn’t mean you’re stupid, I’m strictly referring to the people sitting in the back row and cackling when I answer the easiest question on basic Spanish grammar. What’s cool about talking like Flava Flav if you’re a guy and talking way too loudly about make-up and how to impress that guy over there with the jeans that are 9 sizes too big by showing him the highest percentage of cleavage possible if you’re a girl? That’s not cool, that’s self-offence. I’d be embarrassed if someone would talk about me in the way they talk about themselves. Why do people feel the need to follow the crowd even of it doesn’t lead them anywhere?
I don’t even know why I let myself be so aggravated by such behaviour, after all I’ve lived with it all my life. I guess I’m just sorry for them and what they’re doing to themselves in order to be what they think is ‘cool’. The 65-year old woman inside me is revealing herself again, hello there.
Feels nice to have that off my chest, especially as I’ve no one to really talk to at the moment, ‘cause most of my close friends who live here are in France for an exchange all week. This is probably also the reason why I’ve been noticing all of this more than usually.