Ah High School life, why must you always come back to haunt me? I may have been ill-equipped to deal with certain things in my early teen years, but I could never forget, and funny enough it all comes back eventually. No, not my social inadequacies, that will always haunt me and I will always be ill-equipped to deal with it. But rather it is a certain period of time in which I had a World History class with certain special speakers. 
 
Of course, it would be silly to think that the World History class I had would be only about history... wait a second, no it wouldn't! That's actually the first thing I expected from it! That's all I expected from it... okay in reality there was this cute girl I had a massive crush on at the time who was in that class and I had stayed in the class to be next to her. But that's another topic. In reality, me and 20+ other students wanted history... actually that's also not true. I didn't want to get history because I hated history and to a degree hate all history that takes place before the late 19th century. Damn it! Time to focus. 
 
Anyways, there were two speakers that year (Might have been two years actually, I don't remember). The first being David Frum, noted conservative pundit and also former speech writer for George W. Bush. He came up with the phrase, Axis of Evil. Prick. He spoke to the high school, and honestly I had a list of questions to ask him. But at the same time, I was young. I mean damn young, and also a coward. I could have asked him if he thought that the phrase "Axis of Evil" would antagonize entire countries making the entire situation so much worse that in already is. I would have also asked if his mother would have approved of his actions. But then again, that would have been rude. I would only ask that question to Roy Cohn, but he's dead, but then again he was also the worst human being in the mid 20th century. Now after his speech he went out for dinner with some of the people who had helped pay for his speech. Or rather with the teacher of World History (Who was also the Vice Principle), and three students who were kids of the parents who helped pay for the speech. Funny enough, that cute girl was one of those students, she was awesome... 
 
*flashback* 
 
Hmm, where was I? Ah yes, the speech was okay, but the indoctrination didn't work. At least not for me, as you can clearly see. Although perhaps it had an adverse effect on me, I'll have to figure that one out a bit later. A few questions, but none of which produced any provocation, although this should be expected as you are giving a speech in front of a bunch of fucking 16 year olds who are intimidated by people in power or who at one point represented power. 
 
 
I don't give a shit about David Frum though, not directly though. We never really spoke with him for very long, or spoke about him for much longer. In reality he came at a time in which nobody really noticed. The only reason I mentioned him was to create the possibility of someone from that very school knowing who I am. But of course that will never happen. In reality, I only care about the other speaker, Margaret Somerville. 
 
If you don't know who she is, don't be shocked, nobody really gives a shit about who she is. Pretty much, she's a renowned ethicist from Montreal. A right-wing ethicist who teaches at McGill University, who wrote the book we had to read for the 2nd semester of our World History class. It was a series of ethical positions on transhumanization, abortion, and other topics. Our teacher thought it appropriate to indoctrinate us into the social conservative movement. Although he was unaware, we were slightly more intelligent than that, we went along and pretended to buy into it. We wrote our essays that conflicted with our own opinions, and all passed with 80% in that semester. But it wasn't over, not yet, the teacher/vice principle got Margaret Somerville to speak at our school about the book, at least I think she spoke. She went on about the whole ethical debate behind the transhumanization thing, which is total crap to begin with but that's okay. I got the shitty book signed by her, and she wished me luck in the field of psychology. Unaware that so many years later, I would come back. Not directly, but indirectly with a vengeance. Mainly because of certain accidental events all leading up to this one thing. 
 
I feel like I'm at the end of a Pheonix Wright game (Ahem, specifically Trials and Tribulations), in which the first trial would come back, and everything would be explained. Well then. Time to get cracking on that.