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Goodbye, all you people, there's nothing you can say to make me change my mind... goodbye.
No, I'm not suicidal - just listening to Pink Floyd, and that's one of my favorites.
Today was a Good day. I got my last geography test back, with a 74%, which puts me comfortably in the high B range. It's lower than I'd hoped for, but considering I misspelled the names of the two possible hearths for the Indo-European languages, it's not bad. I'm happy with it - it's the grade I deserved. I also got my last English in-class back, with a 72%... would have been higher if I'd had more than forty-five minutes to answer 'Discuss the following passage (from act 1, scene 4 of _Hamlet_) in terms of its significance to the play as a whole. What does it reveal about plot and character? What symbols and images are used? What do they reveal about the major theme(s) in the play?'
Excellent question, for a takehome paper. But to give us that, with forty-five minutes to answer, and then to complain "you need to go into more depth" seems a bit much. This is her first year teaching; let's chalk it up to that. One simply cannot discuss all that in depth, in formal essay form, in three-quarters of an hour. Plus the passage was obscure - her other section got the 'To be or not to be' speech. Lucky bums.
Ashton, Shawn and I were going to go see a movie and then get pizza, but the only movies playing were The Passion of the Mel, Scooby Doo II, and something starring The Rock, so we decided against it and just went out for pizza instead. We talked about communism and Communism (Shawn is a member of Canada's Communist Party). It was interesting. I call myself a 'paper communist' - I think the theory kicks ass on paper, but in practice it only works if humans can ignore their greed, which will never happen. 'From each according to his ability; to each according to his needs'. Beautiful idea. But some animals will always be more equal than others.
Then we went to Tim's to pick up some Timbits (I pity anyone here who does not know what a Timbit is, you poor uneducated heathen savages), and headed back, down the hill, through the woods, alongside the lake where we stopped to watch the stars for a while, and then onto the bridge where we hung over the edge and watched the meltwater flash black and silver over the rocks. If you're looking for beauty, go walking in the woods on a clear night when there is snow in the ground. It's clean.
Then we tramped up the hill to my place, where we drank lemonade and listened to Pink Floyd for a couple of hours without saying anything, mostly. (And Shawn managed to get mud all over the rug I vacuumed this afternoon :p) When we talked, we spoke of the similarities, culturally, between Quebec and Newfoundland: both places with long, sorrowful histories; both places which are part of another place and determined to say 'I am special' and terrified of losing that specialness; both places with a huge chip on their shoulders, with the only difference in the way they carry that chip - Newfoundland laughs, and Quebec is quietly bitter; both places which are very hard and beautiful to live in. We spoke of the differences as well, and found fewer than we'd thought we would.
It's nights like this I will remember long from now.
No, I'm not suicidal - just listening to Pink Floyd, and that's one of my favorites.
Today was a Good day. I got my last geography test back, with a 74%, which puts me comfortably in the high B range. It's lower than I'd hoped for, but considering I misspelled the names of the two possible hearths for the Indo-European languages, it's not bad. I'm happy with it - it's the grade I deserved. I also got my last English in-class back, with a 72%... would have been higher if I'd had more than forty-five minutes to answer 'Discuss the following passage (from act 1, scene 4 of _Hamlet_) in terms of its significance to the play as a whole. What does it reveal about plot and character? What symbols and images are used? What do they reveal about the major theme(s) in the play?'
Excellent question, for a takehome paper. But to give us that, with forty-five minutes to answer, and then to complain "you need to go into more depth" seems a bit much. This is her first year teaching; let's chalk it up to that. One simply cannot discuss all that in depth, in formal essay form, in three-quarters of an hour. Plus the passage was obscure - her other section got the 'To be or not to be' speech. Lucky bums.
Ashton, Shawn and I were going to go see a movie and then get pizza, but the only movies playing were The Passion of the Mel, Scooby Doo II, and something starring The Rock, so we decided against it and just went out for pizza instead. We talked about communism and Communism (Shawn is a member of Canada's Communist Party). It was interesting. I call myself a 'paper communist' - I think the theory kicks ass on paper, but in practice it only works if humans can ignore their greed, which will never happen. 'From each according to his ability; to each according to his needs'. Beautiful idea. But some animals will always be more equal than others.
Then we went to Tim's to pick up some Timbits (I pity anyone here who does not know what a Timbit is, you poor uneducated heathen savages), and headed back, down the hill, through the woods, alongside the lake where we stopped to watch the stars for a while, and then onto the bridge where we hung over the edge and watched the meltwater flash black and silver over the rocks. If you're looking for beauty, go walking in the woods on a clear night when there is snow in the ground. It's clean.
Then we tramped up the hill to my place, where we drank lemonade and listened to Pink Floyd for a couple of hours without saying anything, mostly. (And Shawn managed to get mud all over the rug I vacuumed this afternoon :p) When we talked, we spoke of the similarities, culturally, between Quebec and Newfoundland: both places with long, sorrowful histories; both places which are part of another place and determined to say 'I am special' and terrified of losing that specialness; both places with a huge chip on their shoulders, with the only difference in the way they carry that chip - Newfoundland laughs, and Quebec is quietly bitter; both places which are very hard and beautiful to live in. We spoke of the differences as well, and found fewer than we'd thought we would.
It's nights like this I will remember long from now.
