I was eleven and I was in trouble all the time. I spoke too much and I was too loud. My teacher wasn't my biggest fan. He ordered me outside the class room every now and then. Not because I was teasing someone but because I was pretty loud and had opinions. This very same teacher decided to start a computer club but it wasn't for all the kids, it was only for boys! I was furious. I wasn't particulary keen on computers but I couldn't understand why there would be a club only for boys. I fighted loudly and got a sort of victory. As a result girls were aloud to the club too. No other girl seemed to want to go there so I was there alone. It was mortifying. All the computer geek boys and this teacher staring at me. So it wasn't the gratest victory but I am proud of it. I am proud of eleven year old me fighting the system, fighting against unfairness and stupidity.
So here I am now 17 years later in a different country facing a challenge of performance art course. Why I am on this course? Is it the big narcist in me or is it the girl who doesn't want to shutt up when she feels like she has something to say. It is both I guess. I just hope that I still have the same courage than that young me had. I hope society hasn't made me to its blind slave yet. I like to fight when there is unfairness but I do not agree with violence. I rely on humour even and especially when it is risky. If you joke about institutions like church someones gonna bloody hate you. But that is the point really.
I am sure I'll have fun.
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