(It’s) All About Me
I love it when it’s all about me
It is hard to write ‘about me’ page mainly because deep down the entire website is all about me, or more precisely what I think about what is going on in the world around us. Opinion, I believe, is a healthy thing to have, and a terrible obstacle when others have it.But since I cannot legally compel others to give up their opinions, and since more powerful people before me, such as Stalin, Lenin, Mao, Hitler, Pinochet, etc. have failed to force millions to give up theirs, the second best thing to do is to offer my opinion here, in hope that it would influence others.
I guess I always had strong opinion of… well, everything, and I never hesitated to share it. When I was in third grade and just discovering the beauty of the obscene words I had pretty strong opinion about the primary teacher. One day I told her what I thought about her. I will tell you one thing: when my mom is pissed, she can be scary. And she was really pissed that day for being called off from work by the principle. Since then it was my father who handled all school matters.
In high school, I regret to report, my opinion didn’t matter much. The fact was made explicit to me, when my Latin teacher accidentally picked up a seasoned comment mainly about her interpersonal charisma and professional comportment I made to someone else on our way out from one of these nerve-racking sessions. Next time, when she saw me walking in the classroom for another of these delightful experiences filled up with dignity, respect, and pleasure, she loudly expressed to all present in the room that she would rather commit suicide than care what I, Liubomir Topaloff, think about her. She was a dignified woman, that much I can tell you.
She pronounced my name with such affection and emotion, distinctively articulating every single syllable of my name and leaving long pause before the final ‘-off’, that she could easily make any radio commentator jealous.Â She later expressed desire in front of other teachers to do me the honor of sending me directly to the army to serve my country. During these transitional times from communism, there was only one way to be disgraced from this honor – by getting accepted in university after tense competition. However, my chances to ‘slack’ out of the army through this backdoor of education were practically null if I were to get a failing grade on Latin or on any other subject for that matter, in my graduation transcript. And she was determined to fail me. The reason why I think my opinion did not matter much is because, after all brouhaha at the end I ‘slacked out’ from army anyway. Such a disgrace I am!
Oh, and if you really want to read a CV or other boring things, follow the link from my facebook account. You will find all this on the Northeastern University website.
Liubomir K. Topaloff