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 (This message was edited by ise-sky on 10-26-03 @ 1:00 am EDT)

Gaaak, I'm being lazy. I'm home! And basically too happy and sad and stimulated and crazed about my life in general to concentrate on anything.

I realized something when I read the posts about unschooling. It just hit me - like, DUH: one reason I feel so confused right now about everything is that I'm in school. In school, after 13 years of it! I mean, what the hell? I thought I was different. I thought I was against classrooms. I thought I would never rush off to college after high school. I don't want to do what every high school graduate does 3 months after graduation. I want to travel, find an interesting job (I hate working, but our species requires it of every individual, blehhh), do interesting things - but not inside a classroom!

Lately I've been getting frustrated. I know that many people go to college to find jobs later on and get a degree to help with their adulthood...but I think that's not the best path, at least not for me. Does everyone actually think - including Nathan and I - that they can extract from a college the same juice that going around the world, working in something like Americorps or the Peace Corps or whatever, or generally just not going to college can produce? How can anyone possibly experience the mind-numbing excitement and holiness of, say, surfing waves in Australia; standing atop a mountain with prayer flags blowing in Tibet; conversing about fascinating topics with foreigners; being immersed in a fast, overwhelming new language, or taking a road trip or just exploring ones life at home, how can one even expect to get those same highs and mind-opening things in school?! We should all just learn from the world - day-to-day experiences, like Elizabeth said.

No offense to you, Fea! You traveled far and foreign just to go to college; your experience is real adventure! I'm trying not to sound prejudiced. I'm just rebelling against school in general. And working. Really, who wants to waste ones time working when there're oodles and badoodles of sheer beauty and massive highs to experience in this short life span we get?

Wow, I'm jived!

I'm glad you both agree that needle piercings are better than the gun, and that I'm not the only one who got hers done with the latter!

Mwah, love you all to honey bunches of grapes.

"I am a seed in the slippery, silent, blind, breathless dark. I have no nose or mouth, ears or eyes to see. Just a skin of satin black and a secret green dream deep inside"