why I go to my school

Why I go to this school

Well, back in 6th grade, I had no other choice. It was between riding up an effing steep hill with my bike twice a day or driving with the Post auto to Winterthur, a city with a shopping street. And since I am quite an unsporty human being, I’ve chosen the easier and definitely more comfortable way. I mean, why should I sweat unnecessarily when there is a Post auto in which I can sleep for another 20 minutes every morning? I know this sounds very minimalist and everybody thinks she/he knows that I am a minimalist, but I’m not that bad at all. I just think that, instead of spending my life for stupid things, which may fit into society, I should try to do only the things that seem important to me. And I don’t think that riding with my bike is such an important thing, to me it’s ridiculous. Wow, that sounds very anti-society, doesn’t it? Hehehe, I’m not a riot grrrl or anything like that, I’m just a young, angry person. No, that was actually just ...