getting people to jump
I was on the verge of death after Physical Ed., first thing in the morning. I ought to take Mr ___'s advice (I cannot recall his name)and run rounds every Saturday, but the very idea of it makes me feel weak-kneed. How could 17.04 minutes sound so damned insignificant if I had panted through the whole ordeal, with my lungs and head fighting for command, to choose between the miracle of breathing constantly in full capacity or to lose a oblivious few minutes in a particlarly catchy song in the hopes that thrashy thumping beats, no matter how badly remembered or imaginary, would carry me through the aches spreading from my feet bones up? The soreness never ends when some glaze over the important truths (such as how terrible one feels afterwards) just to arrive at a plain-as-day conclusion. And has anyone ever thought that our school was built on a hill? Stairs: from the track to the grandstand, from grandstand to canteen, from canteen to canteen extension and more stairs snaking down blocks and between levels. I appreciate the advice, but I appreciate my limbs being pain-free even more so. Running is dubious exercise; I love the senselessness and safety of sleep.
I have in my hands a remarkably well-preserved copy of Mission to Moscow; without a crease to any page and frankly it bears no resemblance of being well-thumbed, which is impressive for a 1945 edition. I am at page five, and not going any further due to homework commitments.
If my mail arrives safely I would be owner of seven copies of LIFE magazine, dating 1935-1945. I first saw one last week, and it had me finding ways to own a few, for my own reading and for curiosity's sake, and then I finally chanced upon them on bookmooch a few days ago. (The idea of having old things in my house older than I am has always been present, drifting around until it settles like dust on everything interesting but unused. I have German coins and stamps from the Third Reich period, and old British newspaper cuttings.) The USSR special edition has my hopes up, it would be an insightful, if not fragile, read, with Stalin on the cover (!). It is almost akin to reading a source from an SBQ, and I am getting weary of rereading the same notes everyday. Most likely it would be properly framed up after a few quick reads to avoid more damage to delicate pages than necessary.
Leadership period in the hall was a mess and disaster, especially during the last half an hour. I do not believe I have ever felt so utterly disgusted by such behavior. It is abhorrent, for a teacher to discriminate the enter-by-appeal students by assuming that, simply due to their restricted subject choices, they would find the subject talks less necessary. Don't they need the same information about their subject requirements and syllabuses as we do? Aren't they also newcomers to the new lifestyle of a Pre-U student, and hide the same anxieties and curiosity beneath a seemingly proficient facade?
I have in my hands a remarkably well-preserved copy of Mission to Moscow; without a crease to any page and frankly it bears no resemblance of being well-thumbed, which is impressive for a 1945 edition. I am at page five, and not going any further due to homework commitments.
If my mail arrives safely I would be owner of seven copies of LIFE magazine, dating 1935-1945. I first saw one last week, and it had me finding ways to own a few, for my own reading and for curiosity's sake, and then I finally chanced upon them on bookmooch a few days ago. (The idea of having old things in my house older than I am has always been present, drifting around until it settles like dust on everything interesting but unused. I have German coins and stamps from the Third Reich period, and old British newspaper cuttings.) The USSR special edition has my hopes up, it would be an insightful, if not fragile, read, with Stalin on the cover (!). It is almost akin to reading a source from an SBQ, and I am getting weary of rereading the same notes everyday. Most likely it would be properly framed up after a few quick reads to avoid more damage to delicate pages than necessary.
Leadership period in the hall was a mess and disaster, especially during the last half an hour. I do not believe I have ever felt so utterly disgusted by such behavior. It is abhorrent, for a teacher to discriminate the enter-by-appeal students by assuming that, simply due to their restricted subject choices, they would find the subject talks less necessary. Don't they need the same information about their subject requirements and syllabuses as we do? Aren't they also newcomers to the new lifestyle of a Pre-U student, and hide the same anxieties and curiosity beneath a seemingly proficient facade?