My friends, the last time I have checked, the name of the competition is called the 'Summer Writing Contest'. So I, Leonard267, decided to abuse this contest as a platform to complain about my sorry, unromantic, hot as hell summer vacation, knowing full well that though whatever I write barely qualifies as a story, it is still writing nonetheless.
When the examinations ended at late May and I was made to go through 3 straight months of vacation, all I could fill my mind with was pure resentment. The first year of my studies in univerisity was a baptism of fire. I had only 3 months to go through half a dozen of courses of which I have little to no background knowledge. Compare that with the 6 months of preparation before a major examination at grade school (or whatever you call it).
After some thinking, I realised why I am only given 3 months of time to learn, go for the examination and fail the examination:
The bloody university bloody has a bloody long bloody vacation that bloody gives me a bloody bloodlust that bloody stayed in my bloody mind to the bloody moment I am bloody typing this bloody story.
And it did not help matters that the first thing my mother said to me after the examinations was not about how well I did for the examinations but rather about my non-existent love life. I can't recall much about what she said then, but this was what I heard,
"My son, you should get yourself a girlfriend so that by the end of this decade, your chances of getting married will be higher. You should get yourself a girlfriend who is older than you (because you are an immature wreck and I would like someone else other than myself bear the drudgery of taking care of you for the rest of your life).
I think I may have made up the last part about myself being a wreck; my memory is rather foggy where romance is concerned due to that issue being too depressing for me.
I did not listen to my mother for my thoughts turned from romance and getting a girlfriend, to marriage and exhortations from both government and society to commit myself to marriage, then to misogyny because anyone with common sense and of the opposite sex would not come within a mile near me (and I hate them for not coming near me) and then to misanthropy because I begun hating the people who fall in love with members of the opposite sex and then it extended to any living being that is capable of falling in love!
For goodness sake! If society, the government and my mother want me to get a
girlfriend or to put it in a less roundabout way, get married, they ought to make marriage mandatory! The military for example, practises the buddy system which involves pairing strangers together, who will be very close to each other as the military begins their months-long routine of torture called military training. Why can't we do it for marriages?! It worked well for the military! Life is like military training, except that it is life-long!
I would implore anyone who happens to be powerful, reading this little composition of mine and so happen to be deluded as me to really consider my proposal!
These angry thoughts preoccupied me for much of June until I came upon a website (I think it is called Fakku, I don't remember) and discovered that looking at pictures and cartoons does make me satiated and gratified in the most devious way I can't put into words. It puts me off entertaining angry thoughts about romance even though I had do a lot of washing up. Strange how looking at pictures makes me physically and mentally dirty.
And of course, just as I thought that my problems or at least my feelings of resentment would go away by gawping at pictures, reality came back very slowly but surely. I have nothing to do this stupid vacation and I am not happy about that.
So, in order to kill time, I thought I'd spend the next few weeks thinking about what to do for this vacation and sure enough, I had come to this conclusion that has nothing to do with my plans for the vacation:
I HATE SUMMER!
This is coming from someone who experiences summer 12 months a year. It is hot and humid all year round and this causes a few problems of which I would be more than glad to whine about. I would like to classify the 'summer' climate here into 3 stages.
The first stage would be the hot weather. In fact the weather can be so hot, bushfires erupt all over the country. And considering that more than half the country is covered with vegetation, I'd better prepare to learn how to adapt to life in a flaming country. Of course, this being a hot country, expect sunburns, spending all your time indoors with the air conditioning and fans at full blast, myopia and DNA mutation (Case in point, you come here white, one year later you go
home black)!
The second stage would be the haze. After the bushfires erupt, neighbouring countries think that it is also a good idea to set their forests alight too. Due to our combined efforts in setting things on fire be it intentionally or not, we managed to create a lovely atmosphere. Lovely atmosphere being the prevalent smell of things burning hundreds of miles away, grey, gloomy and depressing
skies, and health-damaging haze that is likely to cause conjunctivitis, breathing problems and cancer.
The third stage would be rain. And when I say 'rain', I mean torrential rain, rain that people with an ounce of sanity would not like, rain that is nearly indistinguishable from hurricanes.
Now, I have mixed feelings about this stage, feelings fleeting between sadomasochism and pure intense rage. After the scorching heat and the choking haze, you would be glad to see a little rain wash it away and cool things down a little. Then as the days pass, the little drizzles mutate into something rather cataclysmic to the extent that you would think that God went back on his
word when he promised Noah never to inundate the world again. Thanks to the rain, I am beginning to develop a love-hate relationship with the rain and signs of schizophrenzia. And I hate that.
To think that I have spent the last week of June and the first week of July coming up with reasons why I abhor the summer.
Now that I am done hating my love life, or lack of it, and my 12 month long summer, I spent the past few days thinking what to do this vacation or the 3 or 4 weeks left of it. I came to yet
another conclusion:
[size=6]I don't want to spend my time on vacation.[/h]
Let me start by first telling you that I can't leave the country because I am too poor and xenophobic, so that leaves holidaying in my country. And the following are excuses why I don't want to vacation in my country.
Land is very scarce from I have come from but my countrymen are not daunted by that. They put in quite a lot of effort to create a thriving economy by attempting to industrialise and militarise the country and turn this country into a holiday resort at the same time! Let me tell you what this results in:
We have very beautiful forests here. It is said that the biological diversity is such that there are more species of flora and fauna than that of the whole of North America. Nature lovers from where I come from would welcome the diversity these forests would have to offer like the deafening chirping of the crickets, the sweatbox of a forest, the abundance of creepy crawlies, the occasional primate sauntering past you with its jewels dangling at its crotch, punctuated with blasts of artillery fire and if you pay attention, people from the military communicating in the only way they could: swearing and cursing.
You see, the military needs to have some training grounds within the country. Since land is so scarce, they have to share their training grounds with our natural reserves. On the bright side, they add to the unique ambience of our reserves. But since I am a philistine, I am unable to appreciate that.
I would also like to add that my seaview is somewhat enhanced by the tankers docking by the horizon. I believe that adds to the maritime scenery, especially if the waste discharged by these tankers float to our shores. But again I am too stupid to appreciate that.
This sums up my vacation. Whining, sitting on my bum doing nothing and feeling very angry for no reasonable reason. Thank you for reading.
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1497 words in total. I would like to add that the events, people and places portrayed in this rant are quite fictional. Any similarities to existing persons or places are a matter of pure coincidence since I say so.
Martin Freeman's photo is used without permission.
With quality input from judges giving what could only be a logical reaction after setting his eyes on this travesty !
I'm afraid this story didn't survive my first cut so it didn't receive a numerical grading, but I can give you one anyway. I agree that it entertains in some manner, but maybe if it were a little less angry and a bit more clever, it would come out as a better story in the end. I'm not sure if making this your writing style for the future is the best idea, but my opinion certainly shouldn't deter you. If anything, work on it so it flows a bit better and go a little easier on the rage.
4 - Grammar/Spelling - Decent
2 - Plot - There is no real plot to speak of, unless hatred of summer counts as plot.
4 - Theme - I would take off more points, but the hatred of summer does qualify as summer, even if it doesn't really feel like it.
1 - Flow - The rage distracts from the good parts of the story, and the repeated molestation of the fourth wall takes away any pretense that this is a story
3 - Originality - I've not only heard this rant before, I've probably made at least parts of it myself at some point.
FINAL SCORE 14/25