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The most despicable aspect of high school is the mystery of calculus. Simply finding the vertex of a quadratic twice as fast as a freshman in algebra II is one of the most fun experiences and helpful methods of determining SAT answers. The whimsical nature that permeates physics is more intuitive and simplicity with just a little more knowledge. The common man did not discover the complexity of calculus until the likes of Newton. This simplistic process is now taught in every high school around the world. Every Junior or Sophomore or Senior has probably painfully swallowed at least a small pill of the changing rates of change. Chemists use it do describe physical phenomena only measurable through complex machines that preform more calculations that the average man will in a life time in a single instant. It is a miracle such mathematics can even be comprehended by our tiny monkey brains.
My brother is an alien robot devoid of all emotion and intellect beyond that necessary to emulate a human's. This uncanny nature to my brother has been noted by nearly all my friends, even those so socially inept as Ryan Rayshak. Man I hope the school doesn't record key strokes. Hi There Mr Security man pls don't be mad. The paradox is as follows: My brother will cry at only one thing, the disappoint of not getting his way even if this way is inherently impossible. The boy wouldn't cry at the sight of a dead animal, or the news of a dead relative but god help him if he hears that he can't go to Connor's this Weekend. The strangeness of it all is that he seems aware of his social inadequacy. He drew a graph, two Sin curves but of differing amplitudes. One labeled Others and one labeled Me. ThThis stuck a cord with me and made me feel a ping of simpathy for a berother I hhad loved so dearly.
The sensation of typing without knowing what words aare on the screen is a sensation of dread. What if I misspelled the last word? What if I capitalized a w in the previous senteence. This lets me embrass who I am. It forces me to type in a stream of concousness that can't be glanced back at for consistance. I have to trust that the keys I press now are even being recorded. What if all those words were erased because I clicked of just for a second. Should I turn the screen on? Should I live in ingnorance. How long should I wait. Do I wait for the day to end. DoI wait for the sun to Set. Do I wait not a second more? Or do I sit in silence for just a few more minutes. enjoying the paradoxical caulmness that overflows my being knowing thaat everything doesnt have to be perfect . The only thing that bothers me about thisis knowing when to place periods and when to capitalize words.Flash. Just for a moment I peak in fear of losing everything. I turn it back off so Claire can't see the horrible misspelled words and uncaptialized I'.s I love you Claire . But I still will not let you look. I don't even want to look myself. How close am I to my 750 words? Almost 423. Probably just under four hunderd.
Oh boy under two hundred to go. I feel Llike alittle bit of a cheater though. I saw for just a second so I chould enjoy alittle bit of digital sensory information Porr claire renounced to the lowly class of geometry. 2 months olderr but a year3 years behind in math. She doesnt even understand how ignorant she is. How many concepts she will never get to see. How many fractacles that were looked over. How many lives wer lived before her. Why? Because she was relegated in the catagory of average from the second grade. Every teacher has told her Oh she tries so hard but comes up short still. The cycle keeps repeating its self again and again to lead to two classes. Those for the smart. And those for the Dumb. But Claire is not Dumb. She exists in an inbetween unrecognized by the binary our monkey brains so desparately cling to. If I evere turn out to be trans or gay or an attack helicopter you heard it hear first. I am a strong indepenant productive member of society save the pricacy and corruption I purpetuate every day. Slavery is an issue that neeeds to be addresssed, but that slavery is not of chains and wips but of the . Damn I forgot my laswt though It will forever be lost to the void that is concousness... oh wait it was about slavery the true problem of slaver yis the forced labor that is required but civilizzed monkeys to do nothing but pretend to be competant enough to not be replaced by a computer. Once we caccept that we are less than machines we can start solving the problem of why thaat is so and how we can still enjoy our now useless existence. I am 99% sure that is over my 750 word minumum so now I will turn on my computer and fix afew of my speeling mistakes or maybe I will just leave them there as beautiful imperfections except that stupid need with three e's I hate that one. Good night I will probably resume tomorrow.