Facebook Conversations: Ranting about Education to My Friend

i thought i knew what i wanted before going to college. I knew i wanted to be a better writer and a published author, so i went for that. i also thought i wanted to be a teacher. And one day a professor. College showed me i didnt. I didnt want to be part of the bullshit. I'd never want to be a professor. Now i just need to know what job i want to do with my writing.

And seeing all the college bullshit, it influenced me to go to YouTube and see how well id do at YouTubing. i love it, regardless of what happens. Ive made no friends there. I really didnt grow socially at college, though ive grown socially through other means and since high school.

College showed me i may want to be a programmer, too, so id maybe try that down the road. So ive found out a lot about myself through college and grown through it. It's been rough, though. None of this came easy. A lot of tears and sweat and pain involved.

Stupid thumbs up button...

I started learning from YouTubers and TED talks because i realized shool wouldnt teach me everything. They had their own agenda. They wont teach me everything i need to know or any useful skills.

lmao

i saw that and i was like... wtf. lol

xD

Sorry

lol its ok

it amde me wonder, why didnt i learn more about animation, or programming, or playing instruments, or writing a novel. Because of tests and how things were done in the past, that's why. They also dont teach self-development or about relationships. I couldnt trust the education system, i realized.

People made money playing video games and doing all this other fun shit. They didnt go to college. I mean you need a plan if you dont. College also doesnt teach you independent thinking. All a bachelor's degree is, is a promise to the middle class, essentially.

Even though i love learning, want to learn more, and better myself, i probably want to take a year off after graduating, and just work, do something with my degree, make youtube videos, try to get published. I need a year out of school, at the very least, because upg's environment instills so many negative emotions into me. Im burnt out. I dont want anymore bullshit. Listening to people talk, words i wont remember. Tests to assess that you did the work and remembered the information. I'm done with it all.

Personality, money, power, relationships, your culture, race, dna, drive/ambition, and maybe stupidness and intelligence, pretty much decides how well youll do in school and in life. I figured, no matter my grades or what i do now, my future is set. A B to an A won't change my future. All i need is the piece of paper saying i graduated, etc.

Yea. Exactly

I figure, ill never know everything or ill i need to know. I could try. I'd have to go to schooling for 1,000 years for tha to happen. But life is short. I dont want to spend my life this way.

Even grammar. Grammar doesn't need to be perfect. I mean, people should get the basics and most of it right, but if a few "rules" are broken, then so fucking what.

We learn information that doesn't help us make fucking money. But the teachers and the school makes money by just knowing information. That's what schools are: They make money off information.

Schools dont teach you how to make money. They prepare you to be passive and for your future job. Im just tired of all of it. Schools should teach you something useful. lol.

Money isn't everything you know

I definitely know that

I think what we all need to strive towards is figuring out what our happiness is.

Because it's different for everyone

google positive psychology. there's a lot of good tips

very true. i mean i go to school but... im not happy there. not happy with any of it anymore.

I can tell.

I feel like you need to just let yourself live a little. Stop trying so hard to work for your happiness and just let yourself experience it yknow?

Life isn't all about how much you can learn or how much power you can gain. It's about experiences. People. Relationships. That's what defines us. Everything else is just extra.

That's what I feel, anyway.

thats true.

maybe just let the learning and power come as it goes.

Exactly.

Don't be so concerned with that you can gain from life, and more what you can give by the way you live it.

i do look at what i can give. that's why i make videos and write

im not only looking to gain. I also want to gain so i can give more.

I just mean in general.

true

This is all stuff I'm still learning too.

it's weird at my age, everyone's still sucky at human relationships. lol. people arent good at learning stuff about that. maybe because it's too complex or people are too greedy. idk

Humans are complex. We change By the day. It's hard to learn about someone else when you have to keep up with learning yourself.

That's why dating is so hard.

yeah we learn about ourself and another person, but that self changes as the days go by

Exactly.

And relationships fail because we are, by our nature, pretty selfish beings. So we focus on ourselves and how we can improve instead of building each other up. The ideal couple grows together. Figures out new things about themselves, and shares it with the other so they can grow.

Yeah. True. People should come together, but they dont.

Yea.

i want to sleep. but i have to write a stupid story something involving ethnicity. ethnic fiction . see ,fuck school

xD

You'll be okay

You could always drop out.

i have two months left. id be a fucking dumbass if i did that

lol

and all that previous work would have been for nothing

lol

I know. I'm teasing you

lol

fuck this story

Do it tomorrow.

i cant. i have my ten thirty class

have any pages of story that involve ethnicity? lmao

Uh... No. Lol

im gonna google free ethnic stories.

lmao

got notin

Hahaha

why the hell dont i havea YouTUbe class?

I'd already be done with that class.

Haha. Yea you would.

im gonna complain tomorrow that there's no youtube class

You should! File a complaint. Make it official.

haha

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Blogging Again?!?! (2015)

Hey everyone,

Kevin Scrima here. I haven’t blogged in a while, because my classes that required me to blog are complete. However, I do think that I want to at least continue blogging every once in a while. Perhaps I’ll share some of my writings for school and such, or just talk about what’s going on with my life. Maybe I’ll share the YouTube videos I make as well–my channels are Scrima Games and Scrima Talks.

The material will be stuff I want to post now. They won’t be limited to a certain subject or requirement. So, I hope you all enjoy my picks.

Thanks for reading, and I’ll see you next time :)

Italy Immigration Crisis Response: History Repeats Itself in a Speck of Dust That’s Stuck in a Me Loop

The people from Africa and other countries are on a boat fleeing their country, in hope of a better life, like those who came to America in the past (to New York) seeking a better life, but this time, these people are coming to Europe (to Italy). The lack of room on the boat—such as them having only standing room, having to pee while standing, and some dying on the boat—is reminiscent of when slaves were transported through ship, Europeans stuffing as many as they could in one space, not caring if some human beings made it, because they were only thinking about their own interests. Even though it’s hard for these foreigners to leave a familiar environment and tolerate the awful ship ride, they will still need “to assimilate into society, learn Italian, and start life over again.” It’s more advantageous to become more open-minded about the world, experience new things, and strive for a better life, than risk staying in their old countries. “The biggest risk is doing nothing,” a quote from Living Legends, is very relevant for these people fleeing their country. It may even be worth dying to leave—but then again, when the writer tells of a sunken ship with bodies floating at the bottom of sea, and a couple locked in an eternal embrace as they helplessly drowned underwater, one can’t be so sure.

Those native to Europe are scared that the newcomers may be terrorists or have Ebola. Wouldn’t the American people have the same fears, if there was a mass exodus of foreigners going into their country? Surely. With foreigners coming from Mexico and trying to get across the border, Americans are already squeamish about that.

A story like this illustrates that life could always be worse. Even being a college student, going through the crappy minimum wage jobs, the rigors of academia, the complexities of social life, and being exploited by whatever organization we interact with as we grow up, is nowhere near as bad as what these people have to suffer through. Everyone has their own problems, and regardless, problems are problems. Life has no rules—it is, in short, a bunch of bullshit—and what these people must go through is one of the harsher parts of life. Whatever happens to them, ninety-eight percent of the world’s population won’t care, or even know what’s happening. It’s up to the two percent of those involved and those who do care to help them. People are too engrossed in their own lives—technology is fueling their narcissism, where everyone feels like celebrities on Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, and Youtube—but if we all looked at the planet earth from the ends of the universe, seeing what a tiny, blue dot it is, a speck of dust among everything, we would feel humbled, hopefully. Maybe if everyone viewed the planet in that light, we would be more swift with helping others, giving them more value and making them feel more valuable, instead of always focusing on ourselves. People who post on YikYak want their voice heard; they want to believe that their one-sided, out of context comment they post is important to other people, as well as their short, meaningless lives. But that comment that people on social media is merely a speck of dust.

That’s what this problem in Italy is—a speck of dust. Something I did not know about it until I had it as an option for class—and even then, I didn’t want to read it, because I wanted to just go on with my own life. With all of the universes out there, likes the millions of people stuck in video game universes, it’s hard for many people to see that the Italy universe matters. But it does still matter, of course, and it’s important. The problem where these people have to face such hardship to enter a country, go through its trials, and move on to another country, shows that the foreigners are being perceived as irrelevant, because everyone else is thinking, “Me.” The point is, people should care about events like these, instead of being stuck in their own lives all the time. People need to get out of their own universe and explore other universes.

In this “Me” society, is it hard to think “Them” for one moment and help these people, and if so, why? Politics always has something to do with it, of course. It even reads in the article, “Europe needs to see this is their problem too and help out.” Mare Nostrum was designed to save people, but “[t]hough it has saved 120,000 lives,” it also resulted in shipwrecks and starvation that killed 3,000 migrants. Others died by traffickers. These migrants aren’t being housed by altruistic gods of course—accommodating the migrants themselves is a big business, businesses profiting about 10 euros a day per migrant. But they’ve also had to “cut back disability and old-age pensions.” Ciulla agrees that it makes no sense to force these migrants to take a long journey, when they can just purchase a plane ticket, because they will come regardless. Guterres argues, “There’s no humanitarian solution,” and that the situation is political. A plane ticket, instead of going through all these hoops, would be better for them, indeed.

Sad story. What would these migrants say with social media? On Facebook, maybe one posts he is risking his and his family’s life to go on a boat to another country. Twitter: “Going to Europe. #Hopeful. #Wishmeluck.” Snapchat: “Look at these awful conditions,” and it’s a picture of the boat, them all crammed together. Instagram: It would show pictures and pictures, selfies, of them throughout their miserable journey, telling their story. YouTube: It would be a video of their entire journey, from point A to B, or perhaps a clip of them commenting about what they are going through. YikYak: Boat sunk; I swam for days; rescued after seven. Then all those posts get quickly lost in all the others post on the websites, unless they receive enough “Me’s,” or enough likes, favorites, thumbs ups, or shares.

Their posts definitely would be more valuable probably, than the many that are on social media. To those who posted those less valuable posts, I’m sure they would be offended, because they want to be heard, and want to pretend their lives and what they had to say actually mattered. Posts on social media are like click-bait: People click on what they want to click on (bullshit stuff, in other words), not necessarily what they should click on or what’s good to click on. If they showed their miserable conditions—something that can provoke emotion—then they would receive enough clicks for people to care.

But as previously mentioned, every post on social media is a speck of dust. Without social media, maybe they aren’t even a speck of dust? They need writers to tell their story, to even give them a chance to be a speck of dust.

Works Cited

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/special-features/2014/10/141031-italy-immigration-crisis-human-trafficking