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dreamwitchThe NYTimes has this headline about HS students today: "To Deal With Obsession, Some Defriend Facebook," and apparently, people
spend 10 billion minutes there every day, checking in with friends, writing on people’s electronic walls, clicking through photos and generally keeping pace with the drift of their social world.
and I'm just like... "...."
>_____>;;
Sometimes I wonder if I'm just old. But no, I'm just antisocial. Introverted. SOMETHING. Something that makes me just deeply not care about people's 'drift'. I mean, really, I don't care what your daily 'drift' is, even if I omg-love you. Am I just... a hopelessly asocial individual? I don't even know. I was so proud of myself for engaging in small-talk with what (for me) is ease today at work. I was totally patting myself on the back, but. Constant small-talk? DAY IN AND DAY OUT??! I WOULD. RATHER. DIE. You think I'm kidding? I'm sooooo not kidding. :/ And this is why I've yet to get a twitter, as well. It's like, the quintessence of small-talk. It's even defined 'small' for us as 140 characters. I mean. I don't even know what I have to say to anyone that's under 140 characters, ok, except 'shut up' and 'go away', and sometimes 'please' and 'thank you'.
So yeah, hi, I wanna be a HS teacher. >_____>; As in, dealing with groups of these people and holding their (scattered) attention daily. When my own attention is scattered (but not by facebook) and basically I like it when people don't pay attention to me. I swear, there are people who don't believe me (well, so far only a really hung-up nerd who thought even fellow nerds were really one of 'them'; WHY did I even consider dating him, seriously). He was totally like, 'psssht, you'll go to college and get a boyfriend in no time' and 'psssht, you totally do like the attention, I know you do'. And I'm like, NO, EXCUSE ME, I DO NOT, and I WILL NOT, and YES, PIGS WILL FLY BEFORE I SPONTANEOUSLY GET A BOYFRIEND [in a normal social setting], ok. Although... really, why am I still arguing with him in my head; he just believed what he wanted to believe, it's that simple; it had nothing to do with me.
Anyway, woo-hoo, quarter is over! And guess what, they didn't throw me out of school. >___>; I was here on academic probation & needed to get all my credits, which I thought was a close call 'cause I just baaaaaarely squeaked by with getting my assignments on time (several times giving my professor 'drafts', with on time being 'on the same day'), and also I just didn't finish one assignment at all. And maybe no one could tell, but I didn't really do a complete job on one of the major papers (toootally half-assed it 'cause basically I didn't finish the research), and I only read one book entirely (mostly read like a quarter, but that's what happens when I procrastinate *and* am a slow reader).
Still, this professor's a softie, it's basically English lit, and umm I'm good at bullshitting, so hoorray! :D Or something. We talked for like an extra half-hour/40 minutes at the end of quarter conference, too, so I have high hopes for next quarter, where I'll be doing more of those 'cause there'll be an independent project (read: I'll be writing a novella! about ancient Greek myth/Ariadne & Dionysus! yeay!). Anyway, I'm feeling like maaaaaaybe I'll actually graduate this time. Perhaps. *cough*
spend 10 billion minutes there every day, checking in with friends, writing on people’s electronic walls, clicking through photos and generally keeping pace with the drift of their social world.
and I'm just like... "...."
>_____>;;
Sometimes I wonder if I'm just old. But no, I'm just antisocial. Introverted. SOMETHING. Something that makes me just deeply not care about people's 'drift'. I mean, really, I don't care what your daily 'drift' is, even if I omg-love you. Am I just... a hopelessly asocial individual? I don't even know. I was so proud of myself for engaging in small-talk with what (for me) is ease today at work. I was totally patting myself on the back, but. Constant small-talk? DAY IN AND DAY OUT??! I WOULD. RATHER. DIE. You think I'm kidding? I'm sooooo not kidding. :/ And this is why I've yet to get a twitter, as well. It's like, the quintessence of small-talk. It's even defined 'small' for us as 140 characters. I mean. I don't even know what I have to say to anyone that's under 140 characters, ok, except 'shut up' and 'go away', and sometimes 'please' and 'thank you'.
So yeah, hi, I wanna be a HS teacher. >_____>; As in, dealing with groups of these people and holding their (scattered) attention daily. When my own attention is scattered (but not by facebook) and basically I like it when people don't pay attention to me. I swear, there are people who don't believe me (well, so far only a really hung-up nerd who thought even fellow nerds were really one of 'them'; WHY did I even consider dating him, seriously). He was totally like, 'psssht, you'll go to college and get a boyfriend in no time' and 'psssht, you totally do like the attention, I know you do'. And I'm like, NO, EXCUSE ME, I DO NOT, and I WILL NOT, and YES, PIGS WILL FLY BEFORE I SPONTANEOUSLY GET A BOYFRIEND [in a normal social setting], ok. Although... really, why am I still arguing with him in my head; he just believed what he wanted to believe, it's that simple; it had nothing to do with me.
Anyway, woo-hoo, quarter is over! And guess what, they didn't throw me out of school. >___>; I was here on academic probation & needed to get all my credits, which I thought was a close call 'cause I just baaaaaarely squeaked by with getting my assignments on time (several times giving my professor 'drafts', with on time being 'on the same day'), and also I just didn't finish one assignment at all. And maybe no one could tell, but I didn't really do a complete job on one of the major papers (toootally half-assed it 'cause basically I didn't finish the research), and I only read one book entirely (mostly read like a quarter, but that's what happens when I procrastinate *and* am a slow reader).
Still, this professor's a softie, it's basically English lit, and umm I'm good at bullshitting, so hoorray! :D Or something. We talked for like an extra half-hour/40 minutes at the end of quarter conference, too, so I have high hopes for next quarter, where I'll be doing more of those 'cause there'll be an independent project (read: I'll be writing a novella! about ancient Greek myth/Ariadne & Dionysus! yeay!). Anyway, I'm feeling like maaaaaaybe I'll actually graduate this time. Perhaps. *cough*
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