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School is being happier now. The routine's settled in and all it demands is an opinion now and then, plus a couple chapters a night. I can DO readings. They do not tax me. Nor do opinions (though I generally keep more quiet than I would, because I think I'm the only one in the room with my leanings and I'd rather not be lynched).
It's amazing what one can learn about classmates as a matter of course in a government class. Politics irk me, but they are unfortunatly important. So in discussions, one takes a stand for or against and issue, and if your opinion is required, you state it. There are three white kids other than me in the class, did I mention that? Out of 29. One of the boys is the only other one who raised his hand when we were asked if our families had guns (David has several; they used to eat rabbits in McAllen on occasion). He identified himself as a liberal when we did the classwide introductions, and said his mom's a liberal activist, but he's very shy and rarely speaks up for the liberal side of issues (not that there's a lack of speakers). I think classifications like that are so inhibitive... I have bits of one side and bits of the other. I also maybe think I caught him staring at me. That'd be a first.... He's kinda cute, dirty-blond shoulder-length hair. Learned while still in Eco that he plays something or does sound; he may also have gone to the Eagles concert. Grrr. Hmm. Anyway. Convenient to exchange fleeting glances with.
It's Tuuuuesday! Ftornik, Ftornik, Ftornik! Though I have a voice lesson first. Maybe I'll use the time before it to translate that dream into Ailurian and post it. But you can't make fun of me. It's really weird.
Oh, and this music rocks. Literally, figuratively, musically and rhythmically. Its atmosphere and mood is pervasive but nearly indefinable, and you don't necessarily have to take it the way the words say it.... It could be so many things, but it's so... Relaxedly despairingly ecstatic. It's like hopelessness that you like. Wailing but resigned and comfortable. Oh, never mind. I can't ge it across. Go listen to it.
It's amazing what one can learn about classmates as a matter of course in a government class. Politics irk me, but they are unfortunatly important. So in discussions, one takes a stand for or against and issue, and if your opinion is required, you state it. There are three white kids other than me in the class, did I mention that? Out of 29. One of the boys is the only other one who raised his hand when we were asked if our families had guns (David has several; they used to eat rabbits in McAllen on occasion). He identified himself as a liberal when we did the classwide introductions, and said his mom's a liberal activist, but he's very shy and rarely speaks up for the liberal side of issues (not that there's a lack of speakers). I think classifications like that are so inhibitive... I have bits of one side and bits of the other. I also maybe think I caught him staring at me. That'd be a first.... He's kinda cute, dirty-blond shoulder-length hair. Learned while still in Eco that he plays something or does sound; he may also have gone to the Eagles concert. Grrr. Hmm. Anyway. Convenient to exchange fleeting glances with.
It's Tuuuuesday! Ftornik, Ftornik, Ftornik! Though I have a voice lesson first. Maybe I'll use the time before it to translate that dream into Ailurian and post it. But you can't make fun of me. It's really weird.
Oh, and this music rocks. Literally, figuratively, musically and rhythmically. Its atmosphere and mood is pervasive but nearly indefinable, and you don't necessarily have to take it the way the words say it.... It could be so many things, but it's so... Relaxedly despairingly ecstatic. It's like hopelessness that you like. Wailing but resigned and comfortable. Oh, never mind. I can't ge it across. Go listen to it.
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