Things happen when a bunch of us homeschoolers congregate at TeenPact state class. Mostly stuff that is super rad and mad fly.
Specifically:
- Flash mobs (as was previously mentioned)
- Impromptu debate sessions
- Politeness
- Handshaking
- Getting stuff accomplished (like literally establishing new countries)
But then there are some things that happen that are not so awesome. For example, the totally incomprehensible segregation that happens when all the girls go first to eat and everyone kind of just settles into a stasis of gender separation.
This is not very fun, you guys. I mean it is your choice where you sit and everything but people didn’t go on hunger strikes decades ago for you to be able to exercise your segregation free-will. MINGLE GOSH DANGIT.
I could also mention that it’s not super great when you’re forced to go first instead of being able to chill in the back of the line with your hombres and bro-dawgs.
Another thing that isn’t super great is the use of the word “Division” as it applies in parli-pro.
Apparently this is a fun word to say. People love to say it, scream it, recite poetry about it. Listening to the last legislative session at TeenPact is like eavesdropping at a convention for mathletes with an odd obsession with elementary mathematics, everyone shouting division followed by lots of counting and recounting. One time a kid got confused and actually shouted “multiplication” which literally caused a two minute government shut down.*
Anyways, it is fun to say, but there’s something that people don’t realize about this word. As with many things that seem like a great idea but aren’t, such as eating too much Nutella and getting a neck tattoo, there is a price to be paid. The second this word leaves your mouth it is coupled with the sinking feeling of instant regret and a tarnished reputation among your peers. Never mind that we all love the power trip it gives us. We’ve all said it. We’ve all triumphed in the ability to make an entire room groan with irritation. But this word can only lead you down a path of desolation.
*casually exits pinterest tattoo board*
If moving the previous question was Jesus, division would kind of be Satan in the sense that it likes to steal, kill, and destroy.
Division is like that robot from the future that was programmed to come back in time and destroy all happiness. Really though, we should probably vote again on whether or not we should vote to vote to vote. I don’t think everyone had enough time to reflect on all the bad choices they made in their lives to deserve this the first few thousand times division was called.
So now that I’m finished with that tirade…
…Gonna go load up on some Nutella sandwiches.
*This actually did not happen but we all wish it had.