Today will be a good day.
Primary class has been super, super interesting, today in particular. We discussed what different kinds of people think the meaning of life is (literally, lol. Atheists, Buddists, existentialists, etc etc) to the reasons why atheists have formed this sort of...massive cultural movement of leaving the church, both for "legit" reasons and not. We also discussed why a lot of popular Christian bands from the 2000's fell away from the faith and how annoyed my teacher is with Christian parents who shelter their kids from even the pebbles of life. He gets into a lot of kerfuffles, it seems, from parents who want him to affirm "this denomination is the right one" or want him to change the curriculum so their kids don't have to read philosophy or anything with even a smidge of a bad word or event in it. I think a lot of students at Veritas aren't like that, they recognize the value of the things we read even if it offends them a little bit, but that entire mindset is so incredibly harmful to me that I dislike any amount of it's existence. Your children won't grow up to be warriors for God, they will enter the world and be burned alive. Which, many do, and those children often end up leaving the faith.
For all the depressing things we talk about in class, I'm in a good mood lol. I wish I had more time to talk to my teachers...
Class always ends SO abruptly. We always have so, so much more to talk about but class is only for an hour and a half. I wish the conversation would go for so much longer. As Mr. Stengal likes to say, "everything connects to everything." You simply cannot seperate one aspect of the world or a thought from the rest of anything, because everyine is significant in some way. Is that a scary thought? I don't know, but I have fun making and pointing out those little connections. Nothing can exist in a vacuum... and I want to parse out the meaning of everything I touch and know the reason for it and what it means.
I wish there was a career option for this, hahaha. Mr. Shearer told us once that he loves teaching so much, and the making connections, that he would gladly teach all his classes for free. ("You'd have to pay me to grade, though" he says XD). I guess the closest thing would be, like...a philosopher...? I don't know how that works though and Idk if I would really want that. Maybe another option is to be a teacher, but again, Idk if I want that. I also thought maybe I'd like to be a journalist, the freelance kind that travels around and makes connections between current events and our current ideaologies but I don't know if I want that anymore either. I've been thinking, before the school year even started, that maybe I just want to go to college and get married and live quietly. Maybe I just want peace and quiet in general and it has nothing to do with marriage or my career. Maybe I'm a little bit tired...
I'm a bit wistful and melancholy. I hope today's a good day and I hope it stays warm and the clouds clear up. The melancholy comes from the grey environment I believe, and has my heart aching for something. I know what it's aching for but there isn't an answer for it. I also.. My paranoia is kicking up. Breathe, breathe.
Later
The paranoia cleared away. It's nice to go out sometimes. It's... Well. It's always a little bit beneath the surface; like a pot of water, I hear it when it's bubbling and there's a very faint fire underneath it, always. Right now that fire isn't too hot but it's there, the paranoia.
I'm thinking I should go ahead and make that page for my sister's fic, if she allows me to. I'm going to work on editing it to keep myself in the writing mood when I'm too tired or simply not in the mind of Thesis stuff. Actually you know what... Maybe I should be an editor. I like grammar and fixing bad grammar; I wouldn't even need to go to college for that sort of thing, I have plenty of sources at home with which to check myself and re-learn some rules that have escaped me. I still want that college experience but... We'll see. I'll be thinking about this a lot later, this Summer.