It's Only Gossip

11

Heads up, there's a lot of ranting in this chapter so you can skip to where the * is if you want.
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I wonder whether Madison died. Did her guilt kill her? I haven't seen her all day and it's been a pretty long day. I'm not worried, as long as I don't have to go to the party tonight I'm all good. Anyways, I like the library.

I swear school is already getting to me. Can it just stop? I couldn't care less about this flawed education system constantly brainwashing students but I do mind it interfering with my life.

I thought biology was meant to be about what goes on inside the human's body! But no. It praises plants and never stops. Okay, I understand that plants are important but all we need to know is to give it water, sunlight & surround it with carbon dioxide and we're all good. We don't even need to worry about carbon dioxide since we constantly release it into the air, contributing to global warming. We're such a flawed creature. The plant's have their whole life sorted but do we? No, instead of searching and experiencing our ambitions we learn about plants. Amazing.

I'd like to remind myself why I chose biology as an A level but I can't seem to recall my memory. It literally tests your memory or capability to use random information you have never set eyes in your entire life nor did your doppelgangers see this useless amount of information to write an answer for this weirdly worded question. Very useful.

I thought that this college was rich. So why are there barely any useful extra curricular? Where are the extra curricular that teaches you how to cook, finance, organize your whole life? Instead they have young enterprise which certainly does not prepare you for the real world out there. It only limits your creativity as well as your interest. I'm sorry but that's my opinion. Feel free to argue your point of view. Sure it helps you communicate with people who you normally don't but with all that spoon feeding, are you really getting things done individually? If you're working in a group you have a particular function but the ones who dominant popularity or confidence are the ones who controls the whole group. They take over. They have all the functions, you're specialized at nothing.

I used to like creative writing. I still do but I just don't have enough time to make time to dive into my passion. English literature? What does it teach you? Does it really teach you about originality? I swear in highschool I was just getting spoon-fed by my teacher. If I decided to be original and didn't agree with his ideas, he would just mark me down solely based on the fact that he doesn't agree. The way to get a good grade in his class was literally to use his ideas. The thing with school, you need a good grade. So I was stripped from my own ideas into using his ideas he planted in my head. I hated English.

It was probably not a good idea to rant in my head since I accidentally broke my pencil in dead silent. I'm in the study hall.

My motivation for studying has vanished. The education system is so flawed that it discourages me from getting good grades. Sure, I admit it provides analytical, interpersonal and exploration skills but it limits us so much. There's a whole world for us but the education system causes us to rank people according to money and power. It literally promotes marketisation of education (buying/selling of education) suggesting that the only way to have authority is to be rich.

But why do we want authority? Why do we have the constant urge to have more power? Why are we so selfish? What happened to helping others? Sure our power can be used to help others but why do we even need power in the first place in order to promote tranquility?

It's so sad how power and money revolves around everything. It's funny how I'm attending a rich college as well yet I'm complaining. I admit, I do want power but I want power that has a hold on people not due to money or what others think, I want to inspire people. I want to promote originality. I want to promote peace. I want to promote human rights.

This is where mass media takes into place. Being privileged enough to have freedom of speech as a human right, I will try my best to raise awareness of issues about society that we can fix together. We have social media, we all have a say in it. We need to use it. Although, the rich owns a lot of the media, we actually have an equal chance of getting our points spread across social media and so do they. We need to take advantage of this. The rich isn't going to dominate forever. We may not have went to them top, rich universities in order to get contacts to make it to a high status position but we do have the social media. They can't gatekeep our points of view. We have a voice. I know this sounds cheesy but we can actually make a difference.

Sometimes I wonder whether adults are scared of how fast technology is improving due to we teenagers having a massive impact in how society runs. They don't have all the power anymore. We managed to receive power without needing a lot of money.

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I would appreciate it if I got to rant in my head in peace but there's this guy. He's just staring at me. It's disturbing.

What's even better? It's that guy, Daniel, that offered to help me in the cafeteria but I roared at him like a dinosaur.

He's approaching, oh no, not again. Please don't be nice, just be really rude to me. I don't want to feel guilty.

He roughly but gently throws a pencil next to me. I don't realize I'm staring until he slightly tilts his head.

"Don't flatter yourself. You're no Queen material yet alone princess."

Oh no he didn't but oh yes he did.

"Daniel, you coming?" A girl I don't know directs him out of the library as I pretend to mind my own business.

He turns to her direction but just before he leaves with her, he turns back to me and says, "so where's Madison?"

I shrug my shoulders in response.

"Well," he bites his lips carefully choosing his words, "I know you didn't want to come to my party so it's okay if you don't come."

I knew it. He only invited me because he wanted Mads to come. I grab my pencil as my eyes sends him a sharp glare. "I will be coming." My voice sounds stable but I certainly am not, what am I saying? I don't want to go!

In confusion, he quickly shrugs, "I guess I will be seeing you soon." Moments later he was gone.

I am stupid. I don't want to socialize. I don't know what I was thinking. Wow.

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Sorry that most of this chapter consisted of a lot of rants, the way how everything works just annoys me...