Alright, two things have I to say about history.
1. The teacher scares me. Not because he’s creepy, but because his grammar and spelling is worse than mine. Now, mine is really good (no, I’m not bragging – it really is), but he may not know that because his is improper. Fortunately, he doesn’t pick on grammar, which is really obvious when you see all the terrible grammar on the history forum. Why he bugs me about “delving deeply into the matter at hand” when other students aren’t even sure about their sentence structure or which form of a word to use, I don’t know. I guess I sound like a bitch. But really, it seems so stupid to me.
2. It makes me think a lot. I posted something about gladiators awhile back. Now I’m talking about human sacrifice. The Aztecs considered it an honor to be chosen for sacrifice – or so the book says. But really, would something like that, no matter how “honorable”, be something people wished for? What would their families do? Do you realized they ripped out their hearts when they sacrificed them? How could this be an honor? And WHAT made people sacrifice humans in the first place? I actually know the answer to that, but how could they? How could any human do that? How could they kill someone else in that way and call it good? When this happened, did people celebrate or mourn? Were their loved ones proud or bitter? Did people volunteer? Did wives have to beg on their knees to keep their husbands away from it? Did they succeed? Did anyone, once chosen, manage to escape? Did they feel disgraced? Am I asking too many questions?