Speckled Green

Well, up, it would seem to me that nothing (or close to it) has happened in the past week or two (well, nothing too interesting) for me to talk about. I suppose I’ll find something to talk about. Time for school again, and I’m beginning to wish the holidays were longer (only so I could get all my work done). I’m kinda bored with life really. I mean (and sorry to all you people who love english) English is an extrememly boring subject (or perhaps it’s just having to listen to a teacher like Mr Van Loon) with the studying analysing of texts from long ago (aka weird poets and Shakespeare). Seriously, Shakespeare’s stories are nice, yes, but I don’t see how they are so special at showing society, or as an example of the English language. I mean, he spent more time making up ryhmes that don’t make sense rather than actually telling a story. He’s like those authors who are paid on a per-word basis (thinking about it, he probably was paid for how long the play was)… There are plenty of other things we could read, so why do we have to spend our entire secondary education life (and afterwards if you do English later) reading and trying to make sense of his cryptic ramblings he stuck into plays, and then having to write long winded essays which everyone knows are a load of bull about them? Read more »