My name is Rémy, I am 22 years old and I live in a village with a population of aproximately 4000, in Sweden. Yesterday when I came home late at night, I had an inspiration, I thought I should write a bit of what my mind had to offer. I would like a second opinion on it, I wrote this in 30 minutes but I am ot sure if I should continue or think of something else. Please criticize and give advice. - I woke up at six o'clock I was consulting myself whether to go to school or not. I am sorry that the school has so little to give me in comparison to what I could have been gathering in knowledge among other things, somewhere else where I could be around likeminded people, where I can advance from within and benefit others in same and different ways. Why not make the best out of the present situation by going to school and learn as much as there is worthy of learning, I will not get more intellectual and closer to my goal by laying in bed now will I? Up we are! In the name of God. For me picking what clothes to wear has always been somewhat tricky, Will a t-shirt and a jacket be enough? or maybe it will get too cold, I might have to take of the jacket, too cold without, too hot with, better put on something thicker, something thicker does clearly not fit with jacket, let us change jacket, other jackets are not as warm, paradox, not to mention pants and shoes, to fit all that aswell. But hey, who cares about how you look, right?. In the end I managed to put on an outfit that is acceptable for the weather in the morning but as soon as midday came, the weather changed progressivly, Typical change of mood in Swedens weather. Walking to the buss, here again, consulting myself whether to listen to an audiobook or listen to music. If I listen to an audiobook I will learn something and... Well, sometimes there is a whole lot of consulting to do with oneself. On the bus I put down my New York Yankees baseball cap over my eyes so that I can relax and listen to the audiobook, it was about success, I enjoyed the thoughts the book gave me until I arrived at school, entering the classroom. The teacher was talking about halfinteresting matters with a few seeds of knowledge here or there. learning and thoughts are like a farm where information is an infinite amount of seeds, I choose to pick the seeds that will give the best crop. My farm is my kingdom. The teacher asked me how I thought of something concerning the subject, I answered like I felt how I wanted to respond, with a bit of intellect but not stretching beyond the horizon, with a twist of joke and undetectable sarcasm perhaps. I waited out the hour with full observation longing for a smoke, cup of coffee and hopefully a sprinkle of interesting conversations. Walking out I see my English teacher and I think, I am sorry that she had not much at all to teach me, neither in the English language nor as a humanbeing. She was young, late twenties, presumptious with a negative attitude and sees no obstacle in lying if need is felt. If not for her conspicious looks and pretty smile, she would have been unbearable.