What grinds me the most is that we’re sending kids out into the world who don’t know how to balance a checkbook, don’t know how to apply for a loan, don’t even know how to properly fill out a job application, but because they know the quadratic formula we consider them prepared for the world?
Second grade, Mrs. McCoy’s classroom. I doubt you remember this, but I do. We went around the room and we all said what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said that I wanted to be a Nobel Peace Prize winner and you said…
My submission for Westallen At the Movies (or at least the first chapter of it)! The Flash in the style of modernized Emma, by Jane Austen. I expect this story will have six chapters, which will be posted in completion in a couple weeks, when voting is over. (It is mostly done; I just have two chapters yet to write, but voting has taken priority.)
As this is still unfinished, it is also unedited, so please consider this more of a preview of the story than the concrete first chapter as small things may change in editing.
Because a life without meaning, without drive, without focus, without goals or dreams isn’t a life worth living. Life comes at you fast. It runs through your body and tries to escape and be expressed in any way possible. In a way, it’s a lot like… lightning.
“Sometimes I just don’t get it. Life. I mean, why do some of us have to work so hard for things we believe in and others don’t? I mean, why do some of us care so much? Why are some of us selfish by nature and some of us are selfish to survive?”