not want to interpret this as a complaint or a rant but as a reflection. I am not a resentful teenager with the world or anything, all I intend with this post is to expose a little reality.
The other day I stopped English wording, which is neither surprising nor distressing because it did not for the media. The funny thing was the reason, it was sloppy. According to my teacher "gave a bad impression on reading" I'm not saying I deserved to pass text or anything like that, but that appearance was a factor significant enough to lower the note bothered me ... and reflect onI realized that, despite the talk constantly in physical appearance there are many external factors are taken into account subconsciously, I too would
is the story of my life. I am, in the words of my mother, zanguanga. I never thought it would affect me in the real world but I've realized that this aspect of my personality has hurt me a lot.
When I was at school a friend of a graduate course left me all his works of philosophy, which I copied as is, without changing a damn coma. My friend always got 1 or 2 points more than me for no apparent reason because the teacher did not even suspect what was happening.complaint against the tyranny of beauty or anything. Is nothing more dense, more aesthetic, which subjugates. Do not you think about it but it is there, you can breathe. It is not Beauty and the beast or the canard that "beauty is on the outside." Is an inability to discern the contents when chaos threatens. Is what counts negatively but not real bright spots. It is simply what it is. Solocionable with a little effort and willingness on my part but I do retain the air as young children, and say "I do not want"
