Contrary to what the bland title might imply (or perhaps it's just in my wee head), I am not about to blather on regarding experimentation with intoxicating substances. Instead, I feel the need to rant about the utter nonsense that is field trip papers.
Honestly. The teachers must know that the vast majority of people are going to turn in approximately 5 pages of grade A classified bullshit. Caca de vaca. Meirda de toro. Merda de toro. Merda do touro. Merde de taureau. Stierscheiße. дерьмо быка. でたらめ. 허풍. ول شيت. 狗屁. I think you get the idea. At any rate, I've run out of languages on google translator.
Now, that's not to say that there isn't some legitimacy behind many papers. For example, last year's paper was a piece of expository writing that I was semi-proud of, mostly because it bore resemblance to the papers I wrote in TOK. This time 'round, however, though I have my inspiration and the vast majority of my paper mapped out in my gray matter, nothing appears on my computer screen but random ramblings and Fan Fiction. Thus, in an attempt to expunge as much bullshit as possible from my system as well as prolong the inevitable writing of the five page paper I have written my first blog on this site. Huzzah.
As a final note on my mood at the moment, I feel it necessary to include an accurate quote about a box of chocolates and life, though its accuracy may be mostly due to my current cynicism. I first heard this on the T.V. show House, M.D., which Cori was watching on my roommate Lana's bed, and was immediately struck by the sad validity of the analogy (assuming said box of chocolates was bought a Walgreen's or some equivalent and not Godiva's, of course). In an attempt to find an accurate record of this quote instead of relying on my fallible memory of a fleeting instant, I 'Googled it'. Whenever I use the renowned search engine, I exploit throughly the ability to narrow my search by quotation marks and plus symbols in my input. Upon searching for "life is like a box of chocolates"+unfulfilled+mint+brown+paper+wrappers, two results were returned. By extreme, unnerving coincidence, the first result was a blog on this very site, and it contained the full quote. Fascinating, no? And at last, the moment you've been waiting for...
“Life is like a box of chocolates: a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates….
Another box of cheap crap.
So you're stuck with this mostly indefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat during lunch break or a game.
Sure, once in a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee, but it's gone too soon and the taste is fleeting.
In the end you're left with nothing but broken bits of hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but useless brown paper wrappers."
Ah, such uplifting prose has never before graced this earth.
Thus, let the bullshit commence.
