<p>I hate group projects!!!!!!!! For some reason, even when I work with the so called "smart" people, I always end up doing all the work! Even when I attempt to delegate work to others, they don't do it, or at least don't do 'A' level work!! So then I have to go back and basically do everyone's part. I mean seriously, am I the only person who cares about getting A's?!?! This is just really annoying, and I hate how my grade has to depend so much on other people's laziness. :(</p>
<p>you’re preaching to the choir</p>
<p>Thanks for letting me know that</p>
<p>I know surprisingly little about my school. I know nothing about its background or origin. I do not know when my school was created or what it has done besides make individuals indifferent to the survival of their families. Nevertheless, I can tell you all that you need to know about it. For starters, my current plan is to develop an alternative community, a cohesive and comprehensive underground with a charter to push the envelope on our knowledge of the world around us. Yes, my school will draw upon the most powerful fires of Hell to tear that plan asunder, but its understrappers have been staggering around like punch-drunk fighters hit too many times—stunned, confused, betrayed, and trying desperately to rationalize its ultra-infantile zingers. It is honestly not a pretty sight. I, not being one of the many eccentric present-day robber barons of this world, frequently wish to tell my school that I’m not sure whether to classify its insinuations under “paranoia” or “ignorance”. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue.</p>
<p>Who is my school to decide what is morally acceptable for us and what is not? Sometimes I think that my school is simply a willing pawn of those homicidal, grumpy criticasters who rely on the psychological effects of terror to magnify the localized effects of its causeries so that, like a stone hurled into a pool of water, shock waves ripple from the epicenter of my school’s attacks to the furthest reaches of the Earth. I typically drop that willing-pawn notion, however, whenever I remember that honor means nothing to my school. Principles mean nothing to my school. All it cares about is how best to sacrifice children on the twin altars of pessimism and greed. I fear that, over time, my school’s hariolations will be seen as uncontested fact because many people are afraid to bring important information about my school’s churlish, vindictive rodomontades into the limelight. I correctly predicted that my school would saddle the economy with crippling debt. Alas, I didn’t think it’d do that so effectively—or so soon.</p>
<p>The important point here is not that I shall make every effort, especially in this limited space, to give our propaganda fighters an instrument that is very much needed at this time. The vital matter is that I recently received some mail in which the writer stated, “A my school-controlled culture that cheers on my school’s suppression of nonconformity, dissent, and other unpopular words is every bit as chilling as one that seeks merely to eviscerate freedom of speech and sexual privacy rights.” I included that quote not because it is exceptional in any way but rather because it is typical of much of the mail I receive. I included it to show you that I’m not the only one who thinks that I have some of its writings in front of me right now. In one of them, my school maintains that it is a martyr for freedom and a victim of anarchism. If you don’t find that shocking then consider that it’s astonishing that my school has been able for so long to get away with reaping a harvest of death. I can’t think of anything that better illustrates the failure of our justice system to deal with such unreasonable ex-cons.</p>
<p>My school likes to brag about how the members of its imperium are ideologically diverse. Perhaps that means that some of them prefer Stalin over Hitler. In any case, just the other day, some of my school’s unruly, jejune drones forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described my school’s blueprint for a world in which unambitious tossers are free to dam the flow of effective communication. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket I reflected upon the way that my school occasionally shows what appears to be warmth, joy, love, or compassion. You should realize, however, that these positive expressions are more feigned than experienced and invariably serve an ulterior motive, such as to turn once-flourishing neighborhoods into zones of violence, decay, and moral disregard.</p>
<p>Unless we fight tooth and nail against my school, our whole social structure will gradually disintegrate and crumble into ruins. My school’s intimations may sound comfortable and simple, but it must not be forgotten that what my school is doing is not an innocent, recreational sort of thing. It is a criminal activity, it is an immoral activity, it is a socially destructive activity, and it is a profoundly temperamental activity. My school truly believes that embracing a system of sectarianism will make everything right with the world. It is just such inhumane megalomania, maledicent egoism, and intellectual aberrancy that stirs my school to perpetuate inaccurate and dangerous beliefs about male-female relationships. My school’s self-ordination as a god has caused people like me to proclaim that I have had to restrain myself from rebuking it more vehemently. And that’s where we are right now.</p>
<p>I challenge my school to point out any text in this letter that proposes that there’s no difference between normal people like you and me and ornery dingbats. It isn’t there. There’s neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing. I have a plan to shield people from my school’s anti-democratic and self-centered deceptions. I call this plan “Operation bring the communion of knowledge to all of us”. (Granted, I need a shorter, catchier name, but that one will do for now.) My plan’s underlying motif is that my school’s prevarications always follow the same pattern. It puts the desired twist on the actual facts, ignores inconvenient facts, and invents as many new “facts” as necessary to convince us that the sky is falling.</p>
<p>It’s best to ignore most of the quotes that my school so frequently cites. It takes quotes out of context; uses misleading, irrelevant, and out-of-date quotes; and presents quotes from legitimate authorities used misleadingly to support contentions that they did not intend and that are not true. In short, my school has been trying for quite some time to convince us that the rules don’t apply to it. I suggest it take this rotting ordure and dump it where it and its fellow benighted simpletons congregate. At least then we could deliver it from its appalling ignorance without having to worry that it will inflict more death and destruction than Genghis Khan’s hordes. In point of fact, if it were up to my school, we’d all be grazing contentedly in the pasture of defeatism right now. We’d be totally unaware of the fact that its stances are geared toward the continuation of social stratification under the rubric of “tradition”. Funny, that was the same term that my school’s expositors once used to declare martial law, suspend elections, and round up dissidents (i.e., anyone who does not buy its lie that trees cause more pollution than automobiles do).</p>
<p>Some people consider my school’s shenanigans a necessary evil, but the truth is that I am not interested in debating my school. One can’t have a debate with someone who is so willingly ignorant of the most basic tenets of the subject being discussed. We all need to be aware of each other’s existence as intelligent, feeling, human beings, even if some of us are belligerent, daffy ratbags. My school is a hard worker. It works hard to prevent anyone from commenting on its appalling, atrabilious apologues. This is of course most illuminating, but what if we wish to engage rather in eristic search for truth, or in heuristic debate, or perhaps in paromologetic illation? In my experience, if my school truly wanted to be helpful, it wouldn’t bar people from partaking in activities that cannot be monitored and controlled.</p>
<p>The funny thing is, we have a choice. Either we let ourselves be led like lambs to the slaughter by my school and its yes-men or we shelter initially unpopular truths from suppression, enabling them to ultimately win out through competition in the marketplace of ideas. While I don’t expect you to have much trouble making up your mind you should nevertheless consider that in asserting that the purpose of life is self-gratification, my school demonstrates an astounding narrowness of vision. If my school doesn’t like it here, then perhaps it should go elsewhere. If my school isn’t frowsy, I don’t know who is.</p>
<p>Given the range and unpredictability of human behavior, it is quite possible that my school’s beliefs (as I would certainly not call them logically reasoned arguments) manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: declare a national emergency, round up everyone who disagrees with it, and put them in concentration camps. Phase two: transform our little community into a global crucible of terror and gore. With that, I’ll draw this letter to a close. No doubt I’ve made some factual mistakes in the text you just read, but essays since Montaigne have been about locating truth, not about assembling facts. I’ll be happy as long as you’ve learned from this letter that the confusion that my school creates is desirable and convenient to our national enemies.</p>
<p>^ Post of the year. Bravo</p>
<p>^^holy****.</p>
<p>^^^Did you just copy and paste that “letter” from an assignment? I think you forgot to replace the word “letter” several times.</p>