They say any landing you can walk away from is a good one. I guess that means I'm fine as long as I don't crash. These are the whimsical musings of a wanna be writer. Often mixed with a tinge of insanity, caused by isolation and just a hint of satire. This blog is an experiment in complete openness and honesty with total strangers. Enjoy
Thursday, February 3, 2011
"We live in a first world Country"
Today was my first day of New Life, or as the guidance counsellor would say "second semester". In High school every five months you begin a new cycle of life that includes new classes, new activities and new friends. This is a cycle that repeats itself throughout a high school career, yet whenever it comes, it is unexpected. New years in school always come with change and this is expected, therefore easy to adjust. On the contrary when New Life occurs, we are hit suddenly be an influx of completely new information. As humans processing all these changes at once is quite traumatizing. This causes anger in us resulting in revolt at simple requests such as getting a course requirement signed. In retrospect anything demanded from a student on New Life should be short and pleasant as not to further upset them. I happen to have a teacher, we'll call him John, who does not appreciate this fact. Now John is in the army reserves and even though he will never fight in any war, EVER he still believes he is a legitimate officer of the Canadian Armed Forces. He has decided to share the skills he has acquired with us through the teaching of self-discipline. The particular form of self-discipline can only be referred to as water torture. Today John announced to us that we would be restricted to using facilities three times within the next five months. Now this brought a discourse through the room that not even he could have expected. The room rang with cries of "injustice" "I can't hold it that long" "what if I get a bladder infection" and my personal favorite "What if I'm Menstruating". Being a class of all girls this was a concern brought up in multitudes. John explained to us holding our bladders for eighty minutes a day would develop character and self-discipline we would otherwise never have had. Then a comment came up that brought the discussion to a new level "We live in a first world country, we should be able to pee when we gotta pee" at first this comment would seem like a lame excuse, but on closer examination it is the truth. In a first world country, no matter who we are we have the right to pee when we need to, where we need to. Even in our prisons the right to pee freely is not disputed, we have a god given right to comfortably expel our waste whenever necessary. Even in the Geneva convention, it is stated that the preventing of a person to expel waste by another is a form of torture. No where in the first world will you ever be denied your inalienable right to pee freely. So why must we suffer at the hands of a power-crazed pseudo military officer? Self-discipline at the expense of my human right? I THINK NOT!! I WILL PROUDLY SAY I PEE FREELY, and no one can robe me of that.
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