We hate them more than we love them.
We try to ditch school because we think their sole purpose for existence is to ruin our lives and deprive us of any fun.
True, there are good teachers and bad teachers. I have, in various ways, disrespected the teachers I absolutely hated. Then I became a teacher for two weeks.
It is one of the most demanding jobs ever.
I felt down when my students didn’t listen. I felt horrified when giving out low grades on a test. I felt absolutely dumbstruck when I caught a kid trying to throw away his homework. I honestly don’t know if I could’ve kept it up for 180 days when I barely survived two weeks.
We expect so much of our teachers (not saying we shouldn’t), but it is super difficult to become an effective teacher, meeting all your students’ expectations. To this day, I’m not even sure I’ve become such a teacher during those two weeks.
There will always be teachers you like and dislike. Maybe you don’t actually do anything for an entire school day. Maybe your teachers literally teach you nothing.
But all teachers have one similarity: they’re willing to go through 180 days of enduring your immaturity for shitty income just because they care more about your education than do most people in this world.
At least show a little bit of respect.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
To be honest...
I’m really sick of so many people right now (some that are “friends,” some that aren’t).
I’m sick of people who think that they are the center of the universe and nothing else is important.
I’m sick of people who bitch about all their “problems” when they’re luckier than 90% of the world population.
I’m sick of people who think their opinions matter more just because “Oh, I have a better GPA” or “Oh, I have more APs than you.”
I’m sick of people who tell me how to do something when they clearly can’t do it themselves.
I’m sick of people who refuse to listen for the reasons stated above.
Why do we spend so much time just thinking about ourselves? Have we become so arrogant and vain that we don’t have time for anything, or anyone, else?
I’m sick of people who think that they are the center of the universe and nothing else is important.
I’m sick of people who bitch about all their “problems” when they’re luckier than 90% of the world population.
I’m sick of people who think their opinions matter more just because “Oh, I have a better GPA” or “Oh, I have more APs than you.”
I’m sick of people who tell me how to do something when they clearly can’t do it themselves.
I’m sick of people who refuse to listen for the reasons stated above.
Why do we spend so much time just thinking about ourselves? Have we become so arrogant and vain that we don’t have time for anything, or anyone, else?
Friday, October 8, 2010
Lessons Learned the Hard Way
I’m never going to say that what I did was justified. I was absolutely crazy. Everyone knows that.
What I forgot, though, is that, despite all of our faults, we are only human. One of our biggest flaws is that we let our passions take over our judgment. I let that happen today.
If this post makes no sense at all, I’d rather you not ask me.
What I forgot, though, is that, despite all of our faults, we are only human. One of our biggest flaws is that we let our passions take over our judgment. I let that happen today.
If this post makes no sense at all, I’d rather you not ask me.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Senior day whoooooo
-Run around the school hitting the bass drum, give myself a blister.
-Watch what horrifying things can be done with mallet sticks.
-Do a lengthy crossword puzzle in gov.
-Senior skit and dance
-Jump start Sherrie’s car after trying to figure out how my battery works
-Find out my flip folder is missing and freak out.
-Heavily procrastinate =.=
-Watch what horrifying things can be done with mallet sticks.
-Do a lengthy crossword puzzle in gov.
-Senior skit and dance
-Jump start Sherrie’s car after trying to figure out how my battery works
-Find out my flip folder is missing and freak out.
-Heavily procrastinate =.=
Friday, July 30, 2010
10 Days (written on 7/23)
I don't know if my AID kids will ever read this (much less understand it because it's all in English), but I want to say what I couldn't say during the closing ceremony.
To Class D,
I remember my first day of teaching. You were all really shy, and only Rita was brave enough to speak up at first. I remember when a bunch of new students and transfers came in and we all just started to get comfortable.
And of course, I remember our first game of UNO.
That game was when we immediately became closer as teacher and class. After that one game, we started to spend more time together. We started to play more games beyond UNO. We started to talk all the time: during break, during lunch, during nap time, and whenever.
10 days. 10 days of you learning English. 10 days of me learning how to teach. 10 days of us starting to know each other despite the language barriers. 10 days of developing friendship. 10 days of becoming a family.
Today, I didn't know it was over. I thought we were just beginning.
Anna, Alice, Rita, Jassica, Yoyo, Mini, Cherry, Betty, Sophia, Cool, and Allen:
You are the reason why I look forward to every day here.
I thank God for this opportunity: doing service in an economically disadvantaged region where the teachers are, in fact, the learners. We learn about the people, the culture, and the ways of life in a way no other tour group could offer.
Kids, hold onto your WILD cards. They allow the freedom to choose in the game. In that sense, remember that you get to choose what you want out of an experience.
When you guys started crying, I did, too, and I don't cry that much. At first I didn't realize how much of an impact I've had on you. But your impact will never wear.
In the end, I thank you for being the teachers to Phil and me, the students. I love you.
To Class D,
I remember my first day of teaching. You were all really shy, and only Rita was brave enough to speak up at first. I remember when a bunch of new students and transfers came in and we all just started to get comfortable.
And of course, I remember our first game of UNO.
That game was when we immediately became closer as teacher and class. After that one game, we started to spend more time together. We started to play more games beyond UNO. We started to talk all the time: during break, during lunch, during nap time, and whenever.
10 days. 10 days of you learning English. 10 days of me learning how to teach. 10 days of us starting to know each other despite the language barriers. 10 days of developing friendship. 10 days of becoming a family.
Today, I didn't know it was over. I thought we were just beginning.
Anna, Alice, Rita, Jassica, Yoyo, Mini, Cherry, Betty, Sophia, Cool, and Allen:
You are the reason why I look forward to every day here.
I thank God for this opportunity: doing service in an economically disadvantaged region where the teachers are, in fact, the learners. We learn about the people, the culture, and the ways of life in a way no other tour group could offer.
Kids, hold onto your WILD cards. They allow the freedom to choose in the game. In that sense, remember that you get to choose what you want out of an experience.
When you guys started crying, I did, too, and I don't cry that much. At first I didn't realize how much of an impact I've had on you. But your impact will never wear.
In the end, I thank you for being the teachers to Phil and me, the students. I love you.
Monday, July 12, 2010
My newfound respect for teachers (AID Teaching Day 1)
All my life I’ve made fun of teachers. I will be doing that a lot less from now on.
Teaching is seriously difficult. Today was actually my first day teaching EVER (tutoring doesn’t count). Some of these kids have never seen a single word of English in their lives; one of them only speaks Taiwanese (a language I wish I understood)!
But the kids are great, though. They are really shy during class, but once I started talking to them casually, they became really active. I think we’ll have to do this more as the days go by.
Teaching is exhausting in practically every way. Phil and I had to come up with these lesson plans, make them interesting, and appeal to our kids: all at once. Easier said than done. But teaching is meant to be a joint learning experience. That’s why I am looking forward to tomorrow; something new to learn every minute for everyone.
Teaching is seriously difficult. Today was actually my first day teaching EVER (tutoring doesn’t count). Some of these kids have never seen a single word of English in their lives; one of them only speaks Taiwanese (a language I wish I understood)!
But the kids are great, though. They are really shy during class, but once I started talking to them casually, they became really active. I think we’ll have to do this more as the days go by.
Teaching is exhausting in practically every way. Phil and I had to come up with these lesson plans, make them interesting, and appeal to our kids: all at once. Easier said than done. But teaching is meant to be a joint learning experience. That’s why I am looking forward to tomorrow; something new to learn every minute for everyone.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Bad luck at AID
I think I just have bad luck.
So here are some unfortunate events that happened today:
bug landed on ice cream
some kid tried to steal my fan
some creature (could be human or dog) stole my swimming trunks
I wasn't pissed off just by that. I was pissed off when my roommates made a joke out of it.
Way to make me feel better. That just made me angry.
I still had fun today, though!
So here are some unfortunate events that happened today:
bug landed on ice cream
some kid tried to steal my fan
some creature (could be human or dog) stole my swimming trunks
I wasn't pissed off just by that. I was pissed off when my roommates made a joke out of it.
Way to make me feel better. That just made me angry.
I still had fun today, though!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
The workers who helped put up our mailbox...and what my mom said
This is what my mom said about one of them:
“This is why I want you to go to a good college. You don’t want to end up like that Mexican up there who probably never got a good education.”
Please. I’ve known that since…a long time ago. I know this is one of those pathetic Asian parent stereotypes, but it doesn’t matter; the remark was uncalled for and ultimately racist. I know I don’t want to work on minimum wage.
Now I know we all make those stupid poor Mexican jokes, but this is my mom we’re talking about, a person who doesn’t joke around or make remarks on other people’s races.
How do we know he failed in school? We don’t. For all we know, he could be from a very low-income family who couldn’t afford to send him to college. Maybe this is his part-time job. WHO KNOWS? More importantly, WHO CARES? Just because he’s a Mexican doesn’t mean he’s a failure.
Which brings me to my next point: do we have ANY right to judge an individual from first glance? No. No. No. No. No. For all I know, my mom and I don’t know ANYTHING about that worker except for what his job is. That being said, we have no right to judge an entire race, community, nation, etc. just on the basis of one person.
My mom also noted that that soda the worker had from In-N-Out was half of his salary. Unneeded much?
This isn’t the first time my mom said such premature marks. Earlier this year, after J.D. Salinger’s (the author of Catcher In The Rye) death, she said he was absolutely crazy for not letting movie directors and producers obtain rights to the novel. She’s never even heard of the book or its author until that day.
Way to go, Mom. Way to go.
“This is why I want you to go to a good college. You don’t want to end up like that Mexican up there who probably never got a good education.”
Please. I’ve known that since…a long time ago. I know this is one of those pathetic Asian parent stereotypes, but it doesn’t matter; the remark was uncalled for and ultimately racist. I know I don’t want to work on minimum wage.
Now I know we all make those stupid poor Mexican jokes, but this is my mom we’re talking about, a person who doesn’t joke around or make remarks on other people’s races.
How do we know he failed in school? We don’t. For all we know, he could be from a very low-income family who couldn’t afford to send him to college. Maybe this is his part-time job. WHO KNOWS? More importantly, WHO CARES? Just because he’s a Mexican doesn’t mean he’s a failure.
Which brings me to my next point: do we have ANY right to judge an individual from first glance? No. No. No. No. No. For all I know, my mom and I don’t know ANYTHING about that worker except for what his job is. That being said, we have no right to judge an entire race, community, nation, etc. just on the basis of one person.
My mom also noted that that soda the worker had from In-N-Out was half of his salary. Unneeded much?
This isn’t the first time my mom said such premature marks. Earlier this year, after J.D. Salinger’s (the author of Catcher In The Rye) death, she said he was absolutely crazy for not letting movie directors and producers obtain rights to the novel. She’s never even heard of the book or its author until that day.
Way to go, Mom. Way to go.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Interpretation Problem
How do I tell when someone is bluffing about smoking and drinking? (This is actually serious; it's not one of those "OMG STOP SMOKING WEED" kind of things where we all laugh)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The good and the bad, the smart and the dumb, the self-conscious and the oblivious
I remember walking into English knowing that I was the smartest student in there by far. And for a while, I had nothing but success.
Then I fell for the trap.
As the year progressed, I became more and more fed up with the class’s mediocrity every day. Most of second semester so far has just been me openly speaking out against the teacher, which in turn makes the other students feel even more inferior than they really are.
Today I got into trouble for “defiance.” And it wasn’t coincidence.
Now that I got into trouble for what I’ve been doing for most of the year, I slowly begin to realize what my environment has done to me.
The people around me are often very smart, very talented, and very open. But at the same time, we so often forget that there are other people around us who don’t share these same qualities. In the process, we belittle these people and do what we can to make the “non-honors” students feel like complete idiots.
For the longest time ever, many non-honors students have commented on how ridiculous we make them feel. I’ve sympathized with them in the past, but this is the first time I’ve seen what I’ve TRULY done, what I’ve gotten myself into.
Moral of the story? We often indulge in our own abilities and thoughts so much that we forget about the person sitting next to us. At all times, we must remain conscious of what we do and how it affects others.
Yeah I know, I’m a hypocrite. I probably won’t be able to live up to this immediately. But life is an ongoing struggle.
Then I fell for the trap.
As the year progressed, I became more and more fed up with the class’s mediocrity every day. Most of second semester so far has just been me openly speaking out against the teacher, which in turn makes the other students feel even more inferior than they really are.
Today I got into trouble for “defiance.” And it wasn’t coincidence.
Now that I got into trouble for what I’ve been doing for most of the year, I slowly begin to realize what my environment has done to me.
The people around me are often very smart, very talented, and very open. But at the same time, we so often forget that there are other people around us who don’t share these same qualities. In the process, we belittle these people and do what we can to make the “non-honors” students feel like complete idiots.
For the longest time ever, many non-honors students have commented on how ridiculous we make them feel. I’ve sympathized with them in the past, but this is the first time I’ve seen what I’ve TRULY done, what I’ve gotten myself into.
Moral of the story? We often indulge in our own abilities and thoughts so much that we forget about the person sitting next to us. At all times, we must remain conscious of what we do and how it affects others.
Yeah I know, I’m a hypocrite. I probably won’t be able to live up to this immediately. But life is an ongoing struggle.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Boy Scouts...
I've been wanting to write this post for a long time, and turns out that now is an ideal time to write it. Why am I not doing calc...?
I also don't know how many scouts/former scouts are going to read this, let alone find my blog...but if you're one of them, and you feel the urge to heavily criticize me after reading this, I'm not going to stop you.
As many people already know, because of Mr. Wilson (scoutmaster) heading off to Afghanistan, Troop 124 has officially disbanded. In the weeks following the notice, many of the scouts have scrambled to find a troop suitable for them.
Except me.
Ever since the end of camp at Wente last summer, I knew that that camp was going to be the last BSA camp I'll ever attend. What I discovered that week just astounded me...and not in a good way.
When I first joined Troop 124, Scouting seemed like one of the best things ever. But unfortunately, it has digressed to people just caring about their own projects, their own accomplishments, their own glorification, their own vanity. As quoted from the Boy Scout Handbook,
"The good scout is always at work--working to improve himself and to improve the daily lot of others."
The first half stands true. The second part seldom does.
Now the top reasons I don't want to do scouting anymore:
1) It's not for me anymore.
Given everything I've said above, it's gone from a blast to the diminishing of its true meaning. So many scouts today, unfortunately, are very vain and care only for themselves; in the process, they put other people down and are left completely oblivious to the impact of their actions. How/why, I'm not sure. But I keep running to these people in Scouting wherever I go, and I don't want to be a part of it.
This is how I've been recently treated IN SCOUTING BY SCOUTS:
-DUDE YOU SUCK (referring to achievements in and out of Scouting, such as test scores; said not as a joke)
-*whips out music player during camp and blasts it full volume when he has been told numerous times to put it away*
-knocking a VERY EXPENSIVE camera out of my hand just so I couldn't take a picture
-[insert several selfish remarks here]
2) I have other priorities
Namely school. I'm not the most academically talented person ever. But my schoolwork for the last two years has been taking its toll, and my time management skills seem to be lacking. Plus, I do quite a bit of volunteer work outside Scouting and school; I'm surprised that not a lot of Scouts (there are only a few) who keep on doing work for others, not just for a requirement. I know the eagle rank is more than just a huge achievement, but to me, what good are achievements if they turn into obsessions?
"JUST DO IT. IT LOOKS GOOD ON COLLEGE ADMISSIONS."
No. Just no. That is a retarded reason for anything.
3) Parent/scout involvement
Making it to parent meetings is extremely difficult for my parents, who work full time. I understand parent involvement is an integral part of Scouting, but my parents just can't commit to it. Besides, I still remember the day I joined Troop 124; it was one of the ugliest days in the family that lie in my memory.
Being in Troop 124 has taught me a lot and has undoubtedly made me realize things I never would have realized before. I do have a greater appreciation for the outdoors and the community as a whole. Unfortunately, I learn issues like this the hard way. This is not a decision that has come easy for me.
For all those Scouts/former Scouts/soon-to-be Scouts reading this:
Do not let my experiences discourage you. If you are in Scouting right now and you have the time and commitment, I say go for it. Just remember what it really means to be a Scout. If you're a parent of a Scout, don't pull him out; let him see what he wants out of his experiences. What he gains as a person is far more important than any badge, rank, requirement, etc. that he may earn.
Many of you may be asking: "Does he want his boys to be in Scouts one day?"
Well, if my future kids want to be Scouts, I'll fully support them. I'm not going to force them to be Scouts, but I will encourage them. If they can achieve great things in Scouting, I'm all for them.
One of my biggest regrets is not getting involved at an earlier age.
I also don't know how many scouts/former scouts are going to read this, let alone find my blog...but if you're one of them, and you feel the urge to heavily criticize me after reading this, I'm not going to stop you.
As many people already know, because of Mr. Wilson (scoutmaster) heading off to Afghanistan, Troop 124 has officially disbanded. In the weeks following the notice, many of the scouts have scrambled to find a troop suitable for them.
Except me.
Ever since the end of camp at Wente last summer, I knew that that camp was going to be the last BSA camp I'll ever attend. What I discovered that week just astounded me...and not in a good way.
When I first joined Troop 124, Scouting seemed like one of the best things ever. But unfortunately, it has digressed to people just caring about their own projects, their own accomplishments, their own glorification, their own vanity. As quoted from the Boy Scout Handbook,
"The good scout is always at work--working to improve himself and to improve the daily lot of others."
The first half stands true. The second part seldom does.
Now the top reasons I don't want to do scouting anymore:
1) It's not for me anymore.
Given everything I've said above, it's gone from a blast to the diminishing of its true meaning. So many scouts today, unfortunately, are very vain and care only for themselves; in the process, they put other people down and are left completely oblivious to the impact of their actions. How/why, I'm not sure. But I keep running to these people in Scouting wherever I go, and I don't want to be a part of it.
This is how I've been recently treated IN SCOUTING BY SCOUTS:
-DUDE YOU SUCK (referring to achievements in and out of Scouting, such as test scores; said not as a joke)
-*whips out music player during camp and blasts it full volume when he has been told numerous times to put it away*
-knocking a VERY EXPENSIVE camera out of my hand just so I couldn't take a picture
-[insert several selfish remarks here]
2) I have other priorities
Namely school. I'm not the most academically talented person ever. But my schoolwork for the last two years has been taking its toll, and my time management skills seem to be lacking. Plus, I do quite a bit of volunteer work outside Scouting and school; I'm surprised that not a lot of Scouts (there are only a few) who keep on doing work for others, not just for a requirement. I know the eagle rank is more than just a huge achievement, but to me, what good are achievements if they turn into obsessions?
"JUST DO IT. IT LOOKS GOOD ON COLLEGE ADMISSIONS."
No. Just no. That is a retarded reason for anything.
3) Parent/scout involvement
Making it to parent meetings is extremely difficult for my parents, who work full time. I understand parent involvement is an integral part of Scouting, but my parents just can't commit to it. Besides, I still remember the day I joined Troop 124; it was one of the ugliest days in the family that lie in my memory.
Being in Troop 124 has taught me a lot and has undoubtedly made me realize things I never would have realized before. I do have a greater appreciation for the outdoors and the community as a whole. Unfortunately, I learn issues like this the hard way. This is not a decision that has come easy for me.
For all those Scouts/former Scouts/soon-to-be Scouts reading this:
Do not let my experiences discourage you. If you are in Scouting right now and you have the time and commitment, I say go for it. Just remember what it really means to be a Scout. If you're a parent of a Scout, don't pull him out; let him see what he wants out of his experiences. What he gains as a person is far more important than any badge, rank, requirement, etc. that he may earn.
Many of you may be asking: "Does he want his boys to be in Scouts one day?"
Well, if my future kids want to be Scouts, I'll fully support them. I'm not going to force them to be Scouts, but I will encourage them. If they can achieve great things in Scouting, I'm all for them.
One of my biggest regrets is not getting involved at an earlier age.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Chile Update
http://www.cnn.org/2010/WORLD/americas/02/27/chile.quake/index.html?hpt=T1
and to think people would make humor out of this situation and use it as an excuse to complain…
Yes, the effect is less devastating than that on Haiti.
Yes, there aren’t as many casualties.
Yes, Chile hasn’t sent out a plea for international aid yet.
No, this earthquake is not “less horrifying” than the one that struck Haiti. Although only 214 people have died, more than 2 million people have been affected.
Seriously, it’s not funny. Stop making jokes out of the earthquake and the tsunami warnings.
and to think people would make humor out of this situation and use it as an excuse to complain…
Yes, the effect is less devastating than that on Haiti.
Yes, there aren’t as many casualties.
Yes, Chile hasn’t sent out a plea for international aid yet.
No, this earthquake is not “less horrifying” than the one that struck Haiti. Although only 214 people have died, more than 2 million people have been affected.
Seriously, it’s not funny. Stop making jokes out of the earthquake and the tsunami warnings.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
*sigh* College...
...is already a huge subject for me right now (well, I'm a junior, so I shouldn't be surprised). But now it's gone quite far.
I have a 31 composite on my ACT. But my writing score (only in top 81th percentile) is what's freaking my parents out.
Now they want me to go hardcore, take extra classes, give up an hour of my time each week (which is A LOT in the spring), etc. JUST to improve my ACT writing score.
I don't think it's worth it.
I'm mainly concerned about how this will affect my GPA, which is in the balance thanks to AP chem. After all, GPA counts more than standardized tests to colleges.
When will my parents realize that I can't take as much stress as they think right now? It really does hurt.
I have a 31 composite on my ACT. But my writing score (only in top 81th percentile) is what's freaking my parents out.
Now they want me to go hardcore, take extra classes, give up an hour of my time each week (which is A LOT in the spring), etc. JUST to improve my ACT writing score.
I don't think it's worth it.
I'm mainly concerned about how this will affect my GPA, which is in the balance thanks to AP chem. After all, GPA counts more than standardized tests to colleges.
When will my parents realize that I can't take as much stress as they think right now? It really does hurt.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Enough is enough...
(My first new post of the new year!)
2009 is over, a new year is upon us, whoop whoop!
But seeing that I haven't made a post last month at all, I was holding in some frustrations with major annoyances in December.
Well, after today, I don't know how much longer I can hold in my frustration. So here we go.
1) Obsession with anything Korean.
Before I go on, I will acknowledge that I am not in any way expressing hate or disgust at anything Korean.
Okay, we all know that Korean music, dramas, Starcraft tournaments, and whatnot seem to be the coolest things in their own respective categories. I admit; they probably are. But OBSESSING over Korean music and such to the point where every other sentence is about Super Junior, SNSD, etc. just crosses the line. It's plain annoying. First few times are all right, but after that I get tired of hearing nothing but Korean music talk. And no, "I'm a fangirl/fanboy" is not an excuse. I enjoy other music and media as well, yet I don't spend 90% of my day discussing them.
2) Narrow viewpoints of movies
I love watching movies. I hate it when they're viewed in a totally wrong light.
Take Avatar, for example. In my opinion, as well as a lot of other people's, it is one of the most amazing movies of all time. I just happen to know a person who didn't like Avatar. Very surprising, but I decided to hear him out. His reply: "It's not my type of movie...I don't like blue people."
What. The. Fuck.
The movie is entirely based around those blue people (more specifically, Na'vi). And yeah, it's not one of those mindless shoot-'em-up movies where every three seconds someone gets knocked out or blown up. That person just loves those movies. But not all "good movies" are built around vicious fistfights and explosions. Heck, movies like this go BEYOND that.
(Pretty much everyone knew that Avatar wasn't an action film before its release)
The same thing happened when I watched District 9 with another guy.
What narrow scopes. They disgust me.
3) Forcibly taking the burden
In other words, the burden is thrown on me just because people can do so.
For over a month, I unfortunately got myself involved in a feud between two or three people. After a while, I was accused of not helping this one person I was "supposed" to help. That really set me off.
If it's not my fight, I'm not going to make it my fight. End of story. (For those who don't know about that scenario I described...ask me, I guess).
I may update this later. Back to chem.
2009 is over, a new year is upon us, whoop whoop!
But seeing that I haven't made a post last month at all, I was holding in some frustrations with major annoyances in December.
Well, after today, I don't know how much longer I can hold in my frustration. So here we go.
1) Obsession with anything Korean.
Before I go on, I will acknowledge that I am not in any way expressing hate or disgust at anything Korean.
Okay, we all know that Korean music, dramas, Starcraft tournaments, and whatnot seem to be the coolest things in their own respective categories. I admit; they probably are. But OBSESSING over Korean music and such to the point where every other sentence is about Super Junior, SNSD, etc. just crosses the line. It's plain annoying. First few times are all right, but after that I get tired of hearing nothing but Korean music talk. And no, "I'm a fangirl/fanboy" is not an excuse. I enjoy other music and media as well, yet I don't spend 90% of my day discussing them.
2) Narrow viewpoints of movies
I love watching movies. I hate it when they're viewed in a totally wrong light.
Take Avatar, for example. In my opinion, as well as a lot of other people's, it is one of the most amazing movies of all time. I just happen to know a person who didn't like Avatar. Very surprising, but I decided to hear him out. His reply: "It's not my type of movie...I don't like blue people."
What. The. Fuck.
The movie is entirely based around those blue people (more specifically, Na'vi). And yeah, it's not one of those mindless shoot-'em-up movies where every three seconds someone gets knocked out or blown up. That person just loves those movies. But not all "good movies" are built around vicious fistfights and explosions. Heck, movies like this go BEYOND that.
(Pretty much everyone knew that Avatar wasn't an action film before its release)
The same thing happened when I watched District 9 with another guy.
What narrow scopes. They disgust me.
3) Forcibly taking the burden
In other words, the burden is thrown on me just because people can do so.
For over a month, I unfortunately got myself involved in a feud between two or three people. After a while, I was accused of not helping this one person I was "supposed" to help. That really set me off.
If it's not my fight, I'm not going to make it my fight. End of story. (For those who don't know about that scenario I described...ask me, I guess).
I may update this later. Back to chem.
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