The madness of the world

OK. So not everybody (THE WORLD) is as mad (CRAZILY ENGAGED INTO INTELLECTUAL PRANKS AND PHILOSOPHICAL OTHERS) as I am. Not everybody is as mad as WE are. I mean Chinchillation and I.

You see, she wanted to make a statement today. She aimed to climb those tiring stairs up, after school (totally crazy! not to mention irrational and boring...) and tell Mr. P.O (English teacher. SEE HOW TO SURVIVE YOUR SOCIAL STUDIES CLASS WITH YOUR ENGLISH TEACHER) what she thought about the decision that was taken in a meeting of the Society. She wanted to let herself be understood, and even shout at a certain someone and jump-up-and-down over that someone. That's when I came in:
In conclusion, we came to this final statement... ... ... well, first I'll have to contextualize you concerning the motives of this plight to crush our English teacher (Which is also our Advisor in a certain ORGANIZATION).
Well, let's pretend that there are the following characters: (Do NOT believe ALL that this BLOG has...maybe I've decided TO lie about some things. Certainly NOT this. [Actually, ignore this parenthesis. I am with the keen case of thought craze. Very catchy])

CHARACTERS:
1. Bertulia
2. Bernarda
3. Me...let's say I'm Jertrudiz
4. P.O... Mc G (I cannot reveal identities here.)

Now, Bertulia, a beautiful and talented girl, pertained to many organizations at her school. She strived for the good of everyone and she thought she deserved everything and any acknowledgement that was to be made in said organizations. So, certainly, she threw herself to the shattered judgement of democracy. She had some of the voters by her side, but most of the voters were persuaded by Bernarda, a very socially active girl that also did her share of work, and was very talented and bright. The conflict that originates the plot of this story is that Bertulia didn't have the capacity of identifying her competitor's equivalent effort, blinded by her pride. She thought she was the only one that deserved to get the position of being a president of the organization. Anyway, democracy shattered her desire, and she believes it's a little something we call 'rosca'* for her and a lot of social blackmailing. I tried to knock some sense into her, of course, but it was useless. She was stuck with the 'perfect plan' (EPIC FAIL). So instead, I tried to go creative, and tell her that I would help her dramatize all of what would be the Diplomatic fight.

I said, textually:
"Dile: Mr. considero que no deberias sobreexaltarte y exagerar en cuanto a mi 'pataleta' que nunca existio, de hecho. Creo que deberias disculparte, y ademas creo que puedes tener razon en cuanto a lo que pienso que estas implicando en la oposicion sobre lo que dije, acera de la 'preferencia y rosca' del asunto. Creo que no debi decir eso, y la democracia actuo como debio."

She didn't agree, seeing that she OBVIOUSLY didn't want to give up just yet. We discussed it over and over, and I couldn't stop advising her. In a parrot's manner, I told her that I thought she had the right to be mad and furious because of her comment, and that she should leave the matter clear for both of them. I told her she made an equivalent effort, as Bernarda, to get her deserved position as president, but democracy had the last word, and sometimes, the people will notice how they made a mistake or a correct decision when time passes and the effects of their election sink in. I was not implying that the desicion they made to chose Bertulia's opponent, Bernarda, was wrong, but the people would notice that eventually. It wasn't that the people didn't know that Bertulia would be a good president, it's just that they did have a greater influence from Bernarda. Deep inside her conscience and mentality, I know she know's I am right.

So we acted out the play. It was fun. It was insane. Again, it was fun. Gourmet fun :)
So, now that I've vented myself, I have to return to my homework, my youtube browsing and my friends.

*Stinginess: meaness: shallowness.

Your's truly, (invisible bloggers, Sophie saphire, ANYONE AT ALL)
{Please, have some compassion to a new, indefense blogger. lol I pity myself BAZINGA!} *Nervous collapse*

Camila 'weird maroon reading nerd Nazi blogger' Peñuela