As many of you would happily note, with sardonic jeers of approximated laughters, in your demented morsel of decayed brains, the end is here. It has begun, and it's just about to end.
This fact, which contains revelations, related to, but not in any mundane way limited to, the end of the end of the end, was made clear even to my scared intellect, by a piece of wooden pulp, bleached, filtered, and dried, taped on my wall, and of which, written across in prodigiously bold letters, "CALENDER".
In fact, as I saunter aimlessly through this preposterous notion of editing and composing my last great piece of work which I call, with a dignified tone of which one could safely presume was emitted by one of great attainment, a Magnum Opus (*citations needed), I have wasted, a grand total of 311 days,1 hours, 57 minutes, 35 seconds and 29 nanoseconds, pondering in this hell of a place the demented crowd mentioned above proudly calls their class.
In fact, as I saunter aimlessly through this preposterous notion of editing and composing my last great piece of work which I call, with a dignified tone of which one could safely presume was emitted by one of great attainment, a Magnum Opus (*citations needed), I have wasted, a grand total of 311 days,1 hours, 57 minutes, 35 seconds and 29 nanoseconds, pondering in this hell of a place the demented crowd mentioned above proudly calls their class.
This, is my last piece of art, a last, final statement before the end. Albeit like a final warning of a captain before his sinking ship, this class has, which it did on precisely the 27th of September, fulfill it's sole cause to exist, much less be taken notice, and aware of. This place, like a sinking ship, holds no future. Vacillating in the recognition of this due fact, could be simply explained by a psychological condition of indoctrination from birth , of which , I , much like a man with his last warnings to the passengers of a sinking ship, could not be at all bothered with the proposition of having to explain the notion to the demented crowd above.
This class has, from the very beginning, failed in it's supposedly assumed role of teaching. It does not encourage innovation, creativity, or mental-independence, much less the ability to learn without a tutor. All of which , parts , or rather, segments of the classes that my time were wasted upon, was fundamentally based upon. It does not understand, much less comprehend, the simple concept of constructive criticism, even much less so, sarcasm.
This class, at least parts of it, has failed entirely, at it's sole purpose- teaching. And replacing it , purposefully intended - a totalitarian regime. This isn't , and will never be, a place, however crudely, for learning. And in your desperate stances, I plead thee to think, long and hard, of the supposed accomplishments it's capable of making you achieve, long indoctrinated within your heads. The ship is sinking, with holes blasted through it's wooden deck, it cannot, however desperately you fight, be made right again. Not by any ordinary means possible, or any other way of which is accessible to a student of your stature. It's time to abandon ship, for land, is just ahead. Staying aboard will get you killed, taking the leap of faith will probably save you.
And with that bombshell, I end my long endeavor for survival, and the clarity of mind within this place, of which was deemed necessary due to the very nature of it's residence, and unique location. My work on your planet is done. I bid thee farewell.
