And they said it couldn't be done
Category: Contemplative, School
Tags: happiness, life, summer school, the man
Yes, here it comes, another post about the man!
I think writing an 80's glam metal song would be more appropriate here than a regular blog entry. So mote it be!
Except… it's not the same. I need the wailin' guitars and the poundin' drums and all that crazy stuff, and I can't really do that with words.
Whoa. I guess that's what music's for.
But seriously. They said it couldn't be done. They said I was wrong — nay, stupid! Just an innocent, stupid child being overly optimistic about the world and her place in it. Well, I have it on good authority that that is, in fact, a lie. The man himself told me so. Oh yes. The man told me.
This man is, without a doubt, the man. He's the man, but he tells it like it is. He doesn't lie to us. He tells us the truth.
When guidance counselors said "data management, calculus functions, and geometry calculus are all equally difficult math courses", he said "data is the easy math, calculus functions is the middle math, and geometry calculus is the difficult math". He confirmed what all the kids already knew. It came straight from the man's mouth. Straight from a goddamn teacher.
And then today, he said it. He went against what the man has been telling us for years, what he wants us all to believe. He told us the truth.
You can be happy.
He says that he could've retired a few years ago, but he's still teaching because he just likes it that much. I mean, hell, he even teaches during the summer. Voluntarily!
Ah, "no no no no", you say. He's getting paid for this. That's why he's doing it. Not for some bullshit reason like "happiness".
But you, my friend, my buddy, my guy, are wrong. He says he turned down a job as an engineer that would've made him way more money because he just wanted to be a teacher. He said, and I quote, "I've never worked a day in my life".
BOO. YEAH. That is exactly what my life goal has been for quite some time. My life goal that everyone says I can't achieve.
Me: Nowhere…
You: [awkward silence, because you were expecting an answer]
Me: …and I hope I never have to! Heh heh… heh…
You: [laughs encouragingly, smiles knowingly]
Well, I'm not at all sorry to inform you that you are wrong. I'm never going to work. I'm never going to come home complaining about how much I hate it. I'm never going to be a tool for the system.
I'm doing whatever the hell I want with my life when I feel like doing it. And goddamnit, I'm going to be happy.