I will fight
I feel... strange. I duped the commanding unit once more and claimed to be feeling unwell so I can stay at home. Another day gone by, the Pazam clock is still ticking and the end is nearing. I should rejoice. I can't. I don't know why, I just feel rather hollow inside. Nothing seems to work out right. I'm still waiting for that moment where everything starts falling into place neatly. It still hasn't arrived.
Last night was painful. My little sister Lior graduated from high school and I had to go back to a place that held so many bad memories for me. It made me realize, however, that the memories had to do with the people and not the place. And that I've gotten over my traumas and managed to turn them into learning curves. I'm a better person now thanks to them. That's what I keep telling myself, maybe it'll make it the truth.
The official ceremony was long and dull. The headmaster, David "Good Morning" Heruti, talked for ages, bullshitting his way through. The Mayor, Ruben Ben Shahar, also bullshitted his way through, copying some lines off Heruti. I lost both of them about 2 minutes into their speeches.
The show that followed, put together by the graduates, was embarrassing to everyone involved. From a bad parody of Sex And The City - "Shavtaz And The City" to a too-long too-overdone parody of "That 70's Show", to a rather silly version of "Hell's Kitchen" and to a completely unrelated parody of the Israeli Survivor, which could've been good if it had been the teachers jumping off the boat instead of the students as originally planned. There were also "musicians" on stage. Their playing sucked. The drummer couldn't hold a beat to save his life, the keyboard player was unnoticed, the bass player was boring and played a total of 2 notes through the entire thing, repeatedly, and the guitar players, all but one, sucked a bunch. The one that didn't suck lacked stage presence, as did the rest of them. There was simply no charisma, no potential in these kids. They weren't meant to be musicians. The singers that sung 2 songs - one in English and one in Hebrew, weren't very good and also lacked that star quality vibe. It wasn't even mediocre, it was just bad.
But what really got me, was an awful version of Westlife's "When You're Looking Like That", with new Hebrew lyrics about how Shavatz stopped sorting and started accepting everyone regardless of their grades into the school. It was so bad it made me appreciate Westlife all over again.
All in all it was a show put up in a week's time, and it showed. It wasn't funny except for very rare occasion, some of the jokes were recycled from years' passed, the music was not very good and it was too long and too time-consuming to even make it worth it. My sister was only on for one dance, and most people danced horribly there, though she WAS better than the rest of them. Even my grandmother fled ahead of time. Lucky her.
Well, I need to go pack. We're moving on Sunday and I've not started packing. And oh yes, it is a very bad idea to try and break a CD with your own bare hands. Don't try it at home, kids.
Last night was painful. My little sister Lior graduated from high school and I had to go back to a place that held so many bad memories for me. It made me realize, however, that the memories had to do with the people and not the place. And that I've gotten over my traumas and managed to turn them into learning curves. I'm a better person now thanks to them. That's what I keep telling myself, maybe it'll make it the truth.
The official ceremony was long and dull. The headmaster, David "Good Morning" Heruti, talked for ages, bullshitting his way through. The Mayor, Ruben Ben Shahar, also bullshitted his way through, copying some lines off Heruti. I lost both of them about 2 minutes into their speeches.
The show that followed, put together by the graduates, was embarrassing to everyone involved. From a bad parody of Sex And The City - "Shavtaz And The City" to a too-long too-overdone parody of "That 70's Show", to a rather silly version of "Hell's Kitchen" and to a completely unrelated parody of the Israeli Survivor, which could've been good if it had been the teachers jumping off the boat instead of the students as originally planned. There were also "musicians" on stage. Their playing sucked. The drummer couldn't hold a beat to save his life, the keyboard player was unnoticed, the bass player was boring and played a total of 2 notes through the entire thing, repeatedly, and the guitar players, all but one, sucked a bunch. The one that didn't suck lacked stage presence, as did the rest of them. There was simply no charisma, no potential in these kids. They weren't meant to be musicians. The singers that sung 2 songs - one in English and one in Hebrew, weren't very good and also lacked that star quality vibe. It wasn't even mediocre, it was just bad.
But what really got me, was an awful version of Westlife's "When You're Looking Like That", with new Hebrew lyrics about how Shavatz stopped sorting and started accepting everyone regardless of their grades into the school. It was so bad it made me appreciate Westlife all over again.
All in all it was a show put up in a week's time, and it showed. It wasn't funny except for very rare occasion, some of the jokes were recycled from years' passed, the music was not very good and it was too long and too time-consuming to even make it worth it. My sister was only on for one dance, and most people danced horribly there, though she WAS better than the rest of them. Even my grandmother fled ahead of time. Lucky her.
Well, I need to go pack. We're moving on Sunday and I've not started packing. And oh yes, it is a very bad idea to try and break a CD with your own bare hands. Don't try it at home, kids.
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