I woke up two hours early this morning, and this was the result. It carries on from part one (it's only divided by when it gets written, the parts are not actually any more seperate than the chapters within parts...if that makes sense).
Part 1:
http://www.writingforums.com/viewtopic.php?t=11618
As before, it's not a great piece, read the bit at the top of the first part for what it's all about. Got some nice feedback last time so I hope some of you enjoy it.
For reference (it's kind of relevant to the bits where I mention kids/adults and other stuff), I'm currently 19, studying Computer Science at Birmingham University (England).
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Jesus Love Is Very Wonderful
This chapter could be about religion, but girls are more interesting.
I understand religion.
My primary school was tiny and I claimed my rightful place at the top of the class. It’s amazing how many people you can impress with the ability to multiply numbers. I remember finding out someone was one maths book ahead of me in Year 2, and spent the next week working twice as fast in order to overtake him again. It wasn’t about the 7+2=9 addition exercises, it was about the possibility of being replaced, and I wasn’t about to let that happen.
My Year 3 teacher told me I couldn’t write, “My least favourite book is the Bible because I don’t believe in God” and made me change it to “My least favourite book is the Bible because it has too many long words in it”.
This is the reason I don’t believe in God.
One time we told this kid to piss off and his Mum went crazy at us. It took me a few years to realise how proud I was of that. It’s amazing how much power you can have over people at the age of 9.
This isn’t sounding much like a love story I know, but I’m getting to that. I should probably try and make things flow a bit better, but you don’t want my life story. Things are easier to understand when they make no sense.
The main thing about my Primary School is that it was Church of England. What this basically meant is that everyday we had to go and sit in the hall for half an hour while the headmaster told us some stupid story that nobody listened to. Eventually he ran out of stories and had to repeat them. There were two main ways to get out of having to sing Jesus songs. The first was to get kicked out of the assembly, and the second was to take up the recorder. There were people who tried the first method most days, but that just wasn’t my style, and so I ended up sitting at the front of every Assembly with one guy, six girls and a folder of Jesus music.
It’s important to realise that I couldn’t actually play the recorder very well. The problem was, most of the time we were playing the same middle range notes, and so it seemed easier to randomly guess the extreme notes than to actually learn them. There is no note on the recorder that is player with all of the holes uncovered, but if I ran out of fingers to remove I failed to see what else I was supposed to do so that’s what got played. Actually this isn’t important to realise at all, and what I’m actually getting at here has nothing to do with my musical ability.
Looking back, I now know that this was the first of the female dominated groups that I always ended up in the middle of. There’s nothing really of interest that happened within this group, but then that’s probably true of my entire time at the school.
There are more stories I could tell, but the recorder girls seem the most relevant.
Girls always seem to be relevant.
Like People Only Smaller
There’s not much to be said here but it’s an important point that needs to be made.
Children are not immediately wrong simple because you are older than them.
Adulthood is not an excuse for a overly long power trip. If you want someone to boss around, you should have gone into management.
But wait, you’re paying the bills, right? You’re working long hours while the government steals all your money?
Whatever.
Now you realise growing up isn’t all it’s made out to be.
The sooner you accept that children can be right about things you don’t understand, the better. Because then you might realise that actually, children are a lot like people. Only smaller.
I managed to get the chapter title into the actual chapter. I’m getting better at this writing thing.
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I know it seems a little slow but it is going somewhere. It will take another few chapters and then it should get more interesting.
All thoughts and comments welcome.
(Can someone tell me whether it's better to post this onto the end of the previous thread, or to make a new one like this, or to repost the whole thing including the previous part in a new thread. I wasn't sure which would be preferred, but I can do whichever next time.)
Tunga