Ilima Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the oppressive school system.

Another week in a school. Another week in a place of learning. Another week where we're intended to learn, but ordered to shut up and pay attention to the least important thing in the room. Another week where knowledge is compromised by order, or the lack of it, creating a dramatic clash between schools of thought. And all of it won't matter after I grow up. When I'm a mature adult. As I'm entertaining this thought, my reality is shattered, yet again. All to the sound of classic rock. Could I really do something bad?. Was this week a positive thing? Or am I collateral damage? The guitar solo is playing now. My suspicions are confirmed. This week was just another bad week. Like all bad weeks, it was marked by a clash between the self and the world. I, being the self, was feeling depressed because of this. While rather insignificant, this is seen as a matter of debate to some. This was highlighted by my seemingly innate disability to turn things in on time, and my lack of care over the subject. It, of course, wouldn't be a permanent stain on my resume. I haven't the faintest idea why they would be concerned about little notes you write to someone to make them feel special. I also don't know how everyone is concerned about re admittance stuff. A word to describe a lot of us would be melodramatic. They just don't seem to get that most things don't matter at all and that it's all insignificant and irrelevant stress and thought. The things that actually matter get pushed back due to the pointless turmoil. What do I get for knowing this? Nothing. And I don't care. Like I just said, it doesn't matter. Don't say I'm pessimistic, I have an elevated vision of reality. I see the truth. I'm smart.

Someone else shares my view of magic notes.

I'd say the one highlight of the week was that I have ascended the useless consciousness of drama and chaos. If everything is calculated, nothing is left to negative emotions that mess with the rational mind. Those emotions should be secluded from any consequence. I invite everyone to attain this mindset. A lowlight is that my mind-altering negative emotions got in the way of the conquest of thought. Really sad, how this happens to people and subsequently ruins their lives. It won't ruin mine.

I learned that most of the stuff that we do matters not in our lives. Every day is insignificant. The ones that aren't are often the most memorable. I learned that you shouldn't focus on things that mean nothing. Things that don't help you just bring you down. Things you don't help will be brought down.

My favorite magic note was Raquel's. I always appreciate some good poetry. Heartfelt poetry is better yet. Random, heartfelt, good poetry is just my style. I feel like it's better than a normal note because it is like abstract art, but for writing. Poetry at its worst is sincere, but at its best is wise words from a wise person. Every end of the spectrum is a win.