Humanoid

Location: Home, Where else?

Mood: tired and sore but sore isn’t actually a mood.

Music: Humanoid [German Version] – Tokio Hotel

Nothing much to say. Started jogging with Sharon- last 2 weeks. And yeah. Having quite a week. Still depressed a bout Mr. Steffens. Still haven’t told Josh.

Kinda wishing I was humanoid though-

Ich will mein Herz nicht [I don’t want my heart]
Ich will den Schmerz nicht [I don’t want the pain]
Ich will mein Kopf nicht [I don’t want my head]

But then again. If I really think about it. It’s a bit like the Cybermen from Doctor Who. Their emotions were cut out to make them more efficient and what not. Do I really want to be emotionless? I don’t know if I would still be me then. The thing about emotions is that even though they really are a witch spelled wrong; they make us who we are. It’s what makes us different. Humans feel so much more than many other animals (as far as we know. Believe me, I think most animals can feel a lot more that we supposedly superior (note the sarcasm) humans think) and if you took that away I don’t know if we’re still human. It’s one of the things that I think helps us to move forward as a civilization as a whole. But then again, look at these quotes from Doctor Who: Rise of the Cybermen and from Doomsday:

Rose Tyler: [On the Cybermen] They're people?
The Doctor: They were. Now they've had all their humanity taken away. That's a living brain jammed inside a cybernetic body, with a heart of steel. All emotions removed.
Rose Tyler: Why no emotion?
The Doctor: Because it hurts.

Interesting argument eh?

Looking back at an amazing teacher

Location: Home, Switzerland

Music: Rette Mich- Tokio Hotel- Schrei

Mood: Sad and devastated.

Last Thursday, the world lost a wonderful man. He was a president, or a soldier, or someone with great power or money. He wasn’t famous, or well-known. Not somebody who lead a group of revolutionary or a Nobel prize winner. He was so much more that all of that. He was a teacher.

Mr. Steffens was my Home Room teacher in Grade 8, at Burnt Elm Public School, and then he taught my brother at Cheyne Public School.  He was an awesome teacher, in that he knew how to push us, to make us motivate ourselves. In German class, we were talking of teachers who knew how to put the right sort of pressure. There’s the ones who push us so hard and tire us out, and the ones who know how to bring out the part in us that pushed ourselves. That was Mr. Steffens. I used to hate him because he made it hard for me to get a good mark- but then it became quickly clear to me that he was only trying to push me harder.

Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t take teachers for granted. Teachers are special people who really do more than we will ever understand. They bear more responsibility than any other worker on this planet because they have to teach everything to the future generation. They shape our future more than anything. And losing one of them, is as big a tragedy as it can get.

We’ll all miss Mr. Steffens. I know that there’s a whole load of things that the world will miss out on because we’ve lost him.