There is no such thing as the "American People" There are only numbers. Whoever gets to play the part of 'Number One' in the great theatre that is politics, is simply pandering to the modern tastes of the cyber punk crowd.
President of what exactly? Isn't there necessarily a 'class' that is being 'administered'
The real reason that I was constantly number 3 was because I broke the code of my Finals: There's really no pressure.. If a teacher likes you, she's going to pass you! I became framed from then: If I don't want to run through these loops: Then the system can go to hell! They don't have such a thing as a beating stick anymore! So for my final exams, I would barely study for my Arabic classes..I'd do the memorization, finish the grammar section, and then cruise past the poetry....only to come to the giant section called Composition.
For example, "Write about the beauty of the park while on a picnic with your family"
Now this question is so difficult to answer when you're a young renaissance man. Well: The beauty of the park while I'm on a picnic with my family?
Well. Firstly, you've got to understand that the question that needs to be answered is about something that I've never experienced, until now: Well I didn't have the ability to put up a hyperlink to a photoalbum that I spent time picturing, and appreciating the wonderful qualities of: Because as a kid, I didn't think of descriptions as a form of coded imagery.
That was garbage! I thought of descriptions as a method of story telling, and that was it: I didn't have the vocabulary to discuss the playing of light and sound on the earth, and the symmetrical beauty of the plants, the frolicking laissez-faire attitudes of the ducks on their final practice run down a stretch of river before, finally, launching into their journey south.
The sad thing is that the English department was reticent in giving equally difficult assignments..Because then I'd be able to breeze through the arabic portion. You see I relied heavily on English in order to translate straight into AraBIC. But during the Final Exam, you see, I decided to be cool. One day I said "Fuck it" during a Mid term, and I just left the room 40 minutes early.
The teacher said "you could've written anything and your mark would have been way higher!"
But I was still always 3rd.
And that no matter how HARD he tried...There would be no way that he could ever organise such a huge thing himself. Because of how hard he tried....things got in his way, just for the sake of it. Because I tried only as much as was necessary, and allowed things to take their course, then things worked out well...until the end. (There is a darker, under-belly, to this story, that bears mentioning: I have never been the same ever sine, the pressures of being a good boy versus being a bad boy versus being a victim versus being a victimiser really took its toll. I became much more complex and yet, so very simple, after that affair.
Well, I was out of there, I left that system, and all those people, long behind me..
I hope they're well.