Once again, I'm going to say Jari. Some of you might know how much I value intelligence, and I believe he's one of the most intelligent men I've ever met. He's a priest, though he says he's too profane to be called a priest. He has fought with all Christian authorities of Finland because he questions too many things about the Bible, like the existence of Satan. He also questions evolution and feminism.

Also, as I've been through some bad shit in high school, his subjects have been the ones to inspire me. When I failed nearly all other subjects, I got A+'s in his subjects. He's a demanding teacher, yet not too much - he's a creative person, and you are never forced to do the exam. You can always write an essay on something you know a lot about.

You know, you're taught to question everything. They just say you should do it, but they never let you do it or give any advice about it. Except Jari. He's really taught me to question things, and I do believe that if it wasn't for him I wouldn't enjoy questioning myself so much.
If it wasn't for him, I'd be a diehard antitheist like I was back when I went to high school. Two years have come and gone and I've learned so much from him.

I need to reveal my shallowness, but before I went to high school my view of Christianity was black and white. The only ones I'd met had been either Laestadians or Sunday Lutherans (meaning, the religion doesn't affect their lives, they just go to church every once in a while and say they're Lutherans) and all the priests I had met had been these fundamentalistic-preaching-holier-than-thou folk, and then there was him.
"O HAI, I AM JARI. I AM A PRIEST. I DON'T BELIEVE IN SATAN. ONCE I MET A GUY WHO HAD FLIES UNDERNEATH HIS FORESKIN. HE GIGGLED AND SAID IT FELT NICE. IF THEY BAN GUNS I'LL NEED A GOD DAMN CANNON TO SHOOT BIGGER RODENTS. SOMETIMES I'D JUST WANT TO HIT A STUDENT WITH AN AXE OR A CHAINSAW. THAT IS, IF THEY'RE STUPID. WHEN THEY'RE STUPID. THIS SONG IS A GREAT SONG TO MAKE LOVE TO, YOU KNOW? WE REALLY SHOULD COMMUNICATE BY FARTING. A MURDER OF OSTRICHES MIGHT FLY INTO YOUR CAR IF YOU BROKE THE WINDSHIELD. WINGS FLAPPING EVERYWHERE. YOU WOULDN'T SEE SHIT, NOW WOULD YOU? LINGONBERRIES TURN ME ON. LIKE, REEEEEALLY. HOW WAS YOUR DAY?"

He's a freak, but he's also my idol, and he's an amazing person, hahahha.

Nuff said.

(And no, contrary to popular belief, I do not fancy him.)

I would like to dedicate this post to my philosophy, psychology and religious education teacher, Jari. He is an intelligent man, controversial, pretty opinionated, and while him and I disagree a lot - he's not a homophobe but not very accepting, either, he believes in God, he's a minister (he says he doesn't want to be called a priest because he's too secular) - we also have a lot in common. Basically, the general view of the world and the way we see things, and because of that, and the creativiness of his classes, I always work hard in his subjects. Straigth A's, I'm telling you!
One could call him a total nutcase, but that's just him. And oh, in our high school there are probably three students that like his classes. He uses a lot of big international words and, while they're in the books we use, not many understand him, and then they complain about his urge to "try to seem more intelligent by using big words".

What I tend to say is, "Too much syllables, didn't understand". After all, I could think that after studying four courses of psychology one should know who Freud was. If you don't know that, then it's hardly the teacher's fault, now is it?

Long story short, my favorite teacher is the man who makes me work hard and set my goals higher. And achieve them, too.

...damn it, I sound like I'm in love.

I hate Monday Tuesday Wednesday – everyday – always
Just an ordinary girl at war with the everyday world

No - to be honest I only dislike Mondays and Tuesdays. Mondays because I mess up my sleeping rhythm during the weekends (I stay up too late and so on) and waking up at 7 am is a pain. Tuesdays because I have pe in the afternoon and I hate almost every single person of the group - not to mention the teacher!

I anticipate weekends. Saturdays are great - you don't necessarily have to anything because there's still Sunday before the dreaded Monday.