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

How to survive your Social Studies class with your English teacher

So. Here's the deal. My Social Studies teacher is suckish, intelligent and lazy piece of a gringo, and he left us alone with Mr. Naaasty. So here are some tips for when you get stuck with your English teacher, which by the way is a creepy little guy.

1. Make sure that you are with friends and not searching your assignment. Shakespeare can wait.
2. Do not look once at the clock. Time will not fly by if you look at it. And you definitely want time to fly by.
3. Break your friend´s computer (or something that she/he really loves) to enjoy the class. Yeah that's awesome.
4. If you're in the library, try getting a hint on the SexEd books. It's a one time opportunity. You'll finally have an excuse. (Love the pretty colors!)
5. Turn off the computer of your friend when she is writting a blog that no one sees, and let her loose all her info. Her battey will die eventually (SOON)
6.Grab any magazine, prefferably a People's magazine type, and browse it for funny faces to tell your friends that they look like them. Have a blast, because you are so immature still.
7. READ. No, really.
8. Do not help your friend to get her BB cover off her BB. You'll be cool and mean at the same time.
9.Talk about the Royal wedding, the beatification or some tsunami that just happened.
10. Marry a hypothetical prince. It will only happen inside your head, girl. Face it and deal with it.
11. Stare at your teacher creepily in hope of freaking him out.
12. Feign a nervous collapse and fall off the stairs. Then laugh and tell everybody it was a joke (it is advised to run from the crazy mob afterwards)
13. DIE OF BOREDOM

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