+ eccentric english.

Mahalo.

I admit, the title is slightly misleading - as usual, but let me explain.
Toorak this year for year twelve are studying the Imaginative Landscape. .... hooray...? To the un-toorak-educated, this may seem fine and dandy. How wrong you are. Quite the opposite.
The majority of my class doesn't cope all that well when asked to simply go forth and write. So when our teacher quite curiously made us write, write, write, room exploded in silent looks of panic. It's the kind where you glance up from your blank page, pen in your clammy hand, catch the eye of the girl opposite you who shares your confuzzled state. You do that little shrug and mouth the "I have no idea" and then realize you should return your thoughts to the blank paper.
So this unanticipated silence continued for at least ten minutes before she began a discussion. Second very large mistake. We read the poem "Mending Walls" by the good ol' Robert Frost. Or as I like to call him Rob-dawg. Pretty much it's about walls.
Thanks to a lethal infusion of the worst traits a personality can provide, we launch into a small argument over PineTrees vs AppleTrees. Driving on complete tangents, an innocent discussion of walls has mutated into childhood memories in which a pine tree features or stories about habitual homing wild birds... all riveting conversations...Then it morphed into a uncoordinated chorus of twenty two girls yelling to one another across the room about - what seems like every - spider stories. Every spider story imaginable, as though none of us have ever grown up or even been to Australia *smacks forehead*. This scene is what happens when there is no 'right' answer. It's a bloody riot! You have the public speakers and debaters stubbornly holding their ground, the religious girls faithfully protecting their beliefs - despite the heavy level of criticism, the loud one who really just wants to get in a word, the more realistic, slightly cynical pessimist who sees it as it should be, and then the rest of the class who are slamming their heads on the desk saying 'for peeeeetss sake shut the hell up!'.
Utter chaos.

And that, my friends is why we need right answers, rules, guidelines, all that restrictive jazz so we don't end up like the kids off Lord of the Flies.


Stay Tuned.
life's narcissistic narrator.
+ the red fox.

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