Ainsi il commence.
My parents finally got it into their head that I abhorred public high school. I suppose that it was a fine social environment, but I simply can’t believe the garbage that I was being taught about the arts and humanities. All right, I will admit that I am a little arrogant in that field, though maybe it isn’t arrogance as much as it is extreme pickiness and disgust with a rigid disciplinary system for something like poetry and music, which cannot be controlled or disciplined. Maybe I have just read too much Foucault. There was also the matter of the “history” classes. What nonsense they expected me to believe about this country and its past! It makes me feel a little ill.
In any case, here I am. I am now a student at Eupheme, a “school for the gifted” or je ne sais quoi. I don’t know why they decided to have me do this at the end of the semester. To mark the occasion I have begun this journal.
I have said most of what needs to be said about me in the profile, but I can elaborate a little further for those who have taken the time to read my first entry. My name is Victor Hugo, you can call me Vic if you like but I don’t think that it suits me. I like to write and talk a lot; I can be very verbose. Sometimes I can be intensely private, though. I wouldn’t say that I am a hedonist but I enjoy the finer things in life- good food, good books, good movies, good bands, good dates and good whatever-happens-after-dates. I have a fascination with the darker side of the human soul but I’m not really a depressed individual. I think that life is a work of beauty. My imagination runs ahead of me. I hate many things but I love seven times more.
In any case, here I am. I am now a student at Eupheme, a “school for the gifted” or je ne sais quoi. I don’t know why they decided to have me do this at the end of the semester. To mark the occasion I have begun this journal.
I have said most of what needs to be said about me in the profile, but I can elaborate a little further for those who have taken the time to read my first entry. My name is Victor Hugo, you can call me Vic if you like but I don’t think that it suits me. I like to write and talk a lot; I can be very verbose. Sometimes I can be intensely private, though. I wouldn’t say that I am a hedonist but I enjoy the finer things in life- good food, good books, good movies, good bands, good dates and good whatever-happens-after-dates. I have a fascination with the darker side of the human soul but I’m not really a depressed individual. I think that life is a work of beauty. My imagination runs ahead of me. I hate many things but I love seven times more.