And You Thought You Were Saving People

So did Hitler, and we knew how that turned out, don’t we? Yet there are people who still believe that they know the better way, and maybe they do. Maybe they know that I am just wasting my time, or that I could be something so much better.

In their eyes.


The Aryan race was supposedly superior to that of other races, or maybe I need to get a better understanding of Nazism. The point is, Hitler saw the world one way, and convinced the people through taking advantage of other people and situations. There are a ton of people who think they “are doing the right thing” and “you have to break some eggs to make on omelette”, well maybe not the last one.

It seems like I am dancing around the subject, or grasping at straws to make connections to more significant events that had a deep impact on humanity. The reason why I’m writing this brief post is because someone had the nerve to report me as potentially dangerous, based on an article stating that I was highly stressed. So they college decided that instead of having meeting with me first, that they would issue me a suspension and trespass notice.

I said I am under stress, I also said I have a lot of assignments due. Change is stressful right, and I am going through a lot of changes. However, when I get stopped while I am having progress, so does me changing. Now that being said, I could always say that if I didn’t want to stop changing, then I would have kept doing my work while I am waiting for this meeting. Evidently I am going to be doing that, yet being immersed inside the classroom and being present at lectures works so much better for me.

Educational institutes like Centennial College never thought of what works best for me, but they just see me as a number, I am not a human being, I am 300753293 to them (obvious not my real student number, but you get the idea)

In their defence, after I disclose in the article that I suffer from a disability, they offered me to have a person present at the meetings. A complete disregard to how successful I will be this semester. I also disclosed that this is my attempt at taking a full course load after being unsuccessful a few years ago. This time, it’s different though, it’s been 14 years after I acquired my brain injury, I have done tremendous amounts of therapy (which I think I will continue for a long while, especially now that I am going to be more vocal).

Someone just had to open their mouth, someone out of spite and jealousy decided that what they thought I meant, must be exactly what I meant. This someone decided that all the violence that is plaguing Toronto must be from people like me, so then obviously you file a complaint; thus, causing me more stress, and forcing my hand.

Does that make sense? You are afraid that a person might harm students (you didn’t even say anything about harming themselves) so you exert more stress on them, hoping that they would what, prove you right?

That seems counter intuitive, that’s like saying we need to label everyone as having some sort of disorder and then pushing them to the edge so that they commit some atrocity so they can finally receive help. But what if the diagnosis is wrong?

Their whole credibility is in question, all the things they’ve said is on the line. People start to question their judgement (in some cases, doesn’t seem like it has affected Trudeau) and the level that they trust that person. I can tell you for a fact, that I no longer trust this school one bit.

As it stands, I feel as if I’m being perpetually pushed out, and no one should feel like this. There is a little bit of a history between me and a Ryerson journalism student over the summer. Basically, she cried about me getting drunk and sending her a flirty message on Facebook. She pulled the same stunt, got me kicked out of an Improv class just before the we ended, so I got a full refund, but it was very stressful because I wanted to continue the program as I planned on going to school for journalism.

I really enjoyed the creative aspect and felt that it helped my writing tremendously. it definitely helped me in my presentations; all though presenting articles is not quite the same as doing an improv scene and a successful improv scene. Anyway, this reeks of her M.O., and just because she thought she was being some sort of super sleuth of a police officer, and it turned out that she was wrong, why does that make doing this right? JUST BECAUSE SHE IS A WOMAN, WE SHOULD APPOINT HER TO THE CABINET MR. TRUDEAU.

I think that’s how it works.

It’s nice to feel wanted though. I am always being told that I am an asset to the program, that I bring a unique and diverse set of tools to battle. Yet not once have I ever been worked for, it’s as if I am not really that unique or don’t have a diverse set of tools, I don’t have tremendous amount of talent and I am not that extraordinary. No one has ever went out of their way to make me feel like I’m wanted, not once, yet a lot of people want what I have.

What if I am just a disabled guy though, and that’s all I will ever be. An ordinary, useless nut job.

Naw fuck it, I’m awesome.

There’s room at the top they’re telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

Working-class Hero – John Lennon

(songfacts.com)

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