A Good Day...
I forgot that I didn't have math today. I was totally bummed. I've come to love that class more than just about any of my others.
Instead I had Lit. Now, normally, I don't really like going to Lit because it's pretty much "Suffer Fest 2006". HEY! Did you know the quality of society is declining? The fact that we don't put two spaces after a period would be the reason for that. People are fickle. Happiness is an illusion yet love is stronger than life itself. Irony is everywhere and OH! life is suffering. Put's you in a great mood doesn't it.
Anyway, today was actually the best day I've ever had in Lit. I had an epiphany and I have to say, for the first time in months I feel like I'm going to be okay. I feel like things will work out and that I'll be able to laugh for real again. I have a better idea of where I'm going and things doesn't seem to shit anymore. For the first time since the year began, I came out of Lit more satisfied with life than I went in. She can be crazy, but I really have to thank Ms. Caples.
I'm really bummed that I'm not working with the Democratic party this year on getting out the vote. For the 2004 election I went around on the "south side" of Tucson and handed out fliers for John Kerry. I was so devastated when Bush won. Not just because he's a shitty president, but because I put my entire life into making sure that he didn't. No one person can change the world, but in this system of hundreds of thousands of votes squelched by an electoral college I really felt insignificant. I felt like there was nothing I could do. Then I found out that Tucson voted blue. Suddenly, through that victory, I felt like I had made a difference and that I was a part of something bigger. I'm sad that that won't be happening this year. And I'm still pissed that I can't vote tomorrow.
Caples said something today that *gasp* made me really happy : "Nothing is set in stone" I like that. It gives me hope for life.
For anyone who hasn't already, I suggest reading Robert Browning's poem The Faultless Painter. The themes frame my life almost perfectly*. Or, at least, it did. Direction baby. Direction.
* Sans the mentions to God :D
Instead I had Lit. Now, normally, I don't really like going to Lit because it's pretty much "Suffer Fest 2006". HEY! Did you know the quality of society is declining? The fact that we don't put two spaces after a period would be the reason for that. People are fickle. Happiness is an illusion yet love is stronger than life itself. Irony is everywhere and OH! life is suffering. Put's you in a great mood doesn't it.
Anyway, today was actually the best day I've ever had in Lit. I had an epiphany and I have to say, for the first time in months I feel like I'm going to be okay. I feel like things will work out and that I'll be able to laugh for real again. I have a better idea of where I'm going and things doesn't seem to shit anymore. For the first time since the year began, I came out of Lit more satisfied with life than I went in. She can be crazy, but I really have to thank Ms. Caples.
I'm really bummed that I'm not working with the Democratic party this year on getting out the vote. For the 2004 election I went around on the "south side" of Tucson and handed out fliers for John Kerry. I was so devastated when Bush won. Not just because he's a shitty president, but because I put my entire life into making sure that he didn't. No one person can change the world, but in this system of hundreds of thousands of votes squelched by an electoral college I really felt insignificant. I felt like there was nothing I could do. Then I found out that Tucson voted blue. Suddenly, through that victory, I felt like I had made a difference and that I was a part of something bigger. I'm sad that that won't be happening this year. And I'm still pissed that I can't vote tomorrow.
Caples said something today that *gasp* made me really happy : "Nothing is set in stone" I like that. It gives me hope for life.
For anyone who hasn't already, I suggest reading Robert Browning's poem The Faultless Painter. The themes frame my life almost perfectly*. Or, at least, it did. Direction baby. Direction.
* Sans the mentions to God :D