"The Love that dare not speak its name" in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and Shakespeare. It is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It dictates and pervades great works of art like those of Shakespeare and Michelangelo, and those two letters of mine, such as they are. It is in this century misunderstood, so much misunderstood that it may be described as the "Love that dare not speak its name," and on account of it I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope and glamour of life before him. That it should be so, the world does not understand. The world mocks at it and sometimes puts one in the pillory for it." = Oscar Wilde 1845-1900
Oscar Wilde is a really hoopy frood who didn't deserve to be put in jail.
''The love that dare not speak its name'' came from a poem by Lord Alfred Douglas (Oscar's boyfriend)
I have to wake up at 7:30am and drag myself into a lukewarm shower and motivate myself to keep on breathing, sort my hair and get into my uniform like everyone else.
Look into the crowd and notice everyone looks the same, anyone who wears the 'wrong' shoes or maybe has on some jeans or a hoodie, maybe just wearing there tie incorrectly. Gets sent to the head teachers office and is given into trouble, there reason?, we need to show 'pride' in our school -_-
Get to class after being pushed through tiny hallways like cattle, being stared at and observed through classroom windows.
Walk in and sit down, teachers put on a brave face and try to do there best. There are some teachers who can't be bothered, some who really try and believe in there students and the ones who have 'favourites' and treat anyone below the line with contempt and derision.
I do my best, i really do, but it gets to a point where i have to relax and float through my classes. Not really taking anything in and spacing out.
Weekends, well, only happen once a week.
Summer is fleeting and then your thrown back in
Holidays are few and far between
Bullying happens a lot and is overlooked, drugs are an escape i guess and most kids in my class take them.
I don't hate learning
I just hate school