As it may be, people tend to have these misbehaviours when teaching: they think that they are right. That happened to me and Karl in our second year of school. The thing is, we could actually disagree with their ideas. Notwithstanding, professor Estela was not good for games. That is to say that everyone should go through the process: the criterion of what makes right man or women in regard to feminism. Every student was in agreement with the professor, except for Larissa, Omega, and his other friends. Fundamentally, most students tend to follow blindly what others do in regard to how they feel and what they do things like, getting the best of their capacity to please the professor.
ESTELA:( she moved a seat I thought we came here to obey rules and understand what it means to be cohabitation toward success. You do not seem to understand philosophy at all. To be honest, you are blunt and smart, but beneath that façade, you are just a deluded child with fake greatness. You do not know what you say: all the things you say are false. What is more, you can seem to reason out what you say, offending other people for what they are, thinking that you are right. What a stupid thing to be! The more you think you are smart, the stupider you look. I should tell your mom. Oh wait! You do not have one. I shall tell your father. Oh no wait! You are adopted.
Students: HAHHAHA! He is freaking adopted. You do not get what it means to be alive.
Girls: this is weird! He thinks that he is smart enough to be the professor.
Karl: ( he gets up and opens his mouth) I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. That seems to be not the case for this class. They are too blind to see and too deaf to hear. I have not come to bring peace to this classroom, but division and questions. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? What would I obey when you are the one who accuses me of stupidity, committing heresy by doing so. The thing is, you cannot get ahead of anything you talk about.
The students were trying to look away from Yang, but deep inside, they were utterly shocked in ways that we can remember for them to continue. The thing is, no one seemed to answer what Karl had questioned: they did not get it. After all, they were built different. That is to say that they did lack something that he had deep inside. What is more, the class got disrupted again. They could not bear that someone was smarter than them. Essentially, human beings are afraid of the unknown. But this thing was more than alien for them. It was absolutely aggressive. The more you think about it, the worse it may get. As far as they understood, there was a line that they could not cross. Unfortunately, they did not get how to handle the best systems that we can actually understand.
Students: it may be that we are too dumb to understand.
Girls: this is bastardly! I do not get why we would have to hear this shit.
As they saw Karl going away, something was not right. His shadow seemed peerless. It was like he was the shadow of the universe. The thing is, you do not need to close this show. However, his appearance resembled one of a god. It looked like someone was trying to insult a god. Maybe, it was just a mirage. The more you looked at him, the more you thought he was a freaking god. THAT WAS THE SAME FOR LOVE. Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. He still loved them, but they did not understand him. At this extent, it seemed like Lari had failed. After all, Love is a serious mental disease.
Omega: these words may be said by Christ himself, but I shall say the following, The end! The end has come
upon the four corners of the land!
The end is now upon you,
and I will unleash my anger against you.
I will judge you according to your conduct
and repay you for all your detestable practices.
I will not look on you with pity;
I will not spare you.
I will surely repay you for your conduct
and for the detestable practices among you.
"'Then you will know that I am the Lord.'
"This is what the Sovereign Lord says:
"'Disaster! Unheard-of[a] disaster!
See, it comes!
The end has come!
The end has come!
It has roused itself against you.
See, it comes!
Doom has come upon you,
upon you who dwell in the land.
The time has come! The day is near!
There is panic, not joy, on the mountains.
I am about to pour out my wrath on you
and spend my anger against you.
I will judge you according to your conduct
and repay you for all your detestable practices.
I will not look on you with pity;
I will not spare you.
I will repay you for your conduct
and for the detestable practices among you.
"'Then you will know that it is I the Lord who strikes you.
As he said this, he got out of the classroom and went to principals room
Larissa: this is a headache! Oh god! Lord. Please take care of Omega.