30 Years War

Over the years I have come to the conclusion that my life is not a highway, nor is it like a box of chocolates; my life is more like the Thirty Years' War. This was a European war that was fought from 1618-1648, and it can be considered the first real world war since most of Europe became involved. All of the fighting took place, however, within the Holy Roman Empire (Germany), even though the poor Germans did nothing to deserve it. True, they were having their own civil war, but then all the other countries of Europe decided that it was a good time to fight each other over the partitioning of Germany. The funny thing is, everything ended up pretty much the way it was before the war (land-wise), except that the German people looked up one day to see their country demolished by pillaging, ransacking armies of different races, creeds, and sizes.

My life is oftentimes as tumultuous as the Thirty Years' War. For example, I am mainly preoccupied with college searching at the moment. In this sense, I am having a civil war with myself; while one part of me wants one college for one reason, another part of me wants to rebel and go somewhere else. Meanwhile, it seems, complete strangers take advantage of my indecision to "advise" me on where I should go. This usually entails a long discussion over why so and so's alma mater coincidentally is also the "most absolute bestest" place in the world to study English.

My History teacher gets big kicks every time he tells the class that the Germans were only confusing themselves by naming their country The Holy Roman Empire, after all, "It wasn't holy, it wasn't Roman, and it wasn't an empire". I get the feeling I'm just about that deluded when I actually think I'll even get into a college, much less like it while I'm there.

The Defenestration of Prague wins first prize in "the most morbidly amusing act" category. This occurred when the Holy Roman Emperor, Matthias, sent peace emissaries to Bohemia, one of the countries