I sit, curled in a fetal position, the novel Huckleberry Finn lays at my feet. Tears flow from my eyes, tears made of pure terror. The abomination lays there, mocking me, it’s horrifying pages flapping at me, laughing it’s sick laugh. The tears don’t cease, they won’t until this horrible book is out of my life. “I’d rather be playing StarCraft…” I manage to mumble.
Assigned reading has always been a huge pain in my ass. No matter what, I always find myself hating the books that we are assigned to read, even if I would have loved them outside of school. It just seems to be the fact that we HAVE to read them that ticks me off.
I’ve never been a fan of being forced to do anything. No matter what it is, I hate being told what I HAVE to do. As Captain Kirk once said; “Without freedom of choice, the is no creativity.” That is a quote I try to live my life by, because without the freedom of choice, what are we?
I’ve always felt this way, for as long as I can remember. My parents and adult supervisors always tagged me as “rebellious”, but I’ve always considered myself a bit a revolutionary. Now before you go thinking “He thinks he’s a revolutionary? How conceded is this guy?! ” I just have to explain, I’m not big headed, I’m just sure of my beliefs.
So what’s the whole point of this you may ask? Well, I’m just trying to get across that you should always have a choice of what to do, even if it’s something as trivial as reading a book for school. No one like being told what to do.