I'm having a quite spontaneous moment in my life where my mind micro-implodes in this stressfest of things going on. And while I'm having this personal mind-implosion someone goes hey this is to be expected, not just because I'm an angsty teen, but because as a year nine this moment could be said to be a mid-highschool-crisis.
but is giving a name to something really enough? Like if I start failing science (HAHA like I'm not doing that already) in year 10 I can just be like ohhhh this lack of academic achievement was totally predictable based on precedents of SOPHOMORE SLUMP. Likewise for the seniors in our grade going through HSC and stopping their much younger carefree siblings from having the time of their their lives... what they may be suffering from could just be a case of SENIOR SLUMP
but anyways back to my theory that naming something isn't enough...here's an exert from winnie the pooh that we were reading in visual arts
Why do birds fly south for the winter? Migration
Why do bird migrate? Instinct.
Ok whatever we could keep naming all we like but eventually we'd have to learn about the astute science of magnetic poles!
hmmmppphh none of that even made sense to me but what I really meant with this little rant of mine is that every once in a while we should stand back and realise how excceeeedddingly self centred we were!
french phrase of the day: au contraire I'm going to find a situation to use that one in soon
