PSAT

Today, we took the PSAT's. They were an absolute waste of my good time. Nobody deserves to be put in a room with no windows for four hours and fill in bubbles on an answer sheet. These tests will be sent out to some random someone out in california and I'm going to be analyzed via a bunch of questions that dont have any way whatsoever of telling how smart or dumb i am. Therefore not only did the test watse my time, but it wasted the time of whoever has to postmark it and send it off, as well as the man in a white coat who will correct my test.

These ripple effects are what make up our everyday lives. If the guy at the gas station decides that he is having a bad day and gives you an attitude when you buy your morning coffe(or if you're like me, tea), that will more than likely rub off on you. Therefore, you are in a crabby mood all morning and wont feel better until you are certain that your bad mood has rubbed off on someone else. If wew were able to go through every day without bothering with other people's problems, we might not be so fed up all the time. If everyone were to follow the "invisible hand" that siginifies our best interests, everyone would be happy because htey have done what is best for themselves. This, to a point, is simply human nature.

Then some people will say "well what about people like Mother Teresa?" That of coursde could be a n exception to the rule, however i beleive that she did what she did out of self-interest. Maybe it made her feel good inside to help others, or maybe she knew damn well that if she wanted a free ticket to heaven she might as well bust her ass with the poor indian kids in this lifetime. I think she was just an exception to the rule.

Funny how something as frivolous as the PSAT's can tie into mother teresa.