Monday, September 11, 2006
-The Great Rift-
The Great Riftby Bernice, Sept11
Sometimes we don't do our work. Sometimes we don't bother handing up stuff. Even when we say we want to do well (and DO want to do well), the adults don't believe us anymore. "If you really want to do well," They (always) say, "You'll do you work, hand in homework and actually study," Of course they say much more, and of course it sounds more severe, but that's about the main gist of things, see?What I've come up with is that there is a Great Rift being driven between us and the adults, seperating us so that they can never understand that we want to do well when we're hammering on the computer, firing up MSN, internet pages, games. Work.That's all there is. One of the Great Differences. We have to eat the mucky green stuff on our plates called vegetables, they don't. We need to play or else die of deprivation, they don't. We can run around screaming bloody murder, they can't. We just have more pressing stuff on our minds besides work in its own. Adults love work. Or something close to that, anyway. Work before play, work before leisure, work before books, work before TV, before crushes, before clothes, before outings. They live a life of work. Living is one thing, survival another thing completely. We live, we survive, then we live. (Follow? School, work, retirement.) Basically, work comes before everything besides family. So they think it's the same for us. But it isn't, really. Not much. Actualy not by a far cry. See, we do care about our work. We do want to improve. We want to top our class. Here's the problem: They can't believe us anymore. They probably forgot what it was like. I mean, "for your own good". I can understand that. But "work before everything else"? What's THAT? That phrase hardly exists in my limited kiddy-volcabulary. And my brain refuses to absorb that information. Hardly even close.So there it is, the Great Rift. Haunting the human existance. Stalking. Then when you get your report boko back --WHAM. It's like their lectures drove you into a brick wall, and then slowly rubbing you so hard on the grindstone that skin comes off, layer after layer, until only a raw, skinless existance remains.I know work supports us, but hey, this is not about supporting us. This is about how adults want us to put work in front of us like they do, but except it's different. They're work comes first, and they expect yours to too. The thing is, we've got alot to do too. And if we want to survive, we can, anytime. But right now, we're living. And that's fine. That's Nature's Order, and we'll all turn out fine. We always do.It's embedded in our kiddy blood; the decoding thumping in uor veins, our life story whispering its song into our unlistening ears. We have to excel. Do our best. But first, there's always life. Life before survival. Like larvae before mosquitoes. Saplings before trees. There's always school life before work. And that's how it is. Always will be.And one day we'll be adults. Our childhood flushed down the forsaken drain of time, whoosing away, down, down, down in the dark abyss of infinite nothingness while we try to grasp at the last remnants of what was.Then we'llf orget about the Great Rift. We'll not be able to understand why our own kids have to play, why they can't get a grip and start studying their guts out. But that's the way it has to be. It just is.____________________________________________________________________(This is written by me. Please do not steal or 'borrow' unless credit is given. This has been a selective reading. If you have read it, and don't like it, please don't hold it against me.)
| so spoken! @ 5:52 PM|
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