Tuesday, February 11, 2003
at 2:50 PMThe Feminine Mystique
Tonight at 7:00 I shall crash the Freshman Orientation meeting most of my teachers got suckered into attending. Mr. Powell wanted some of his speech kids (who would include moi, of course) to go "represent". Since I'm in so many dadgum clubs, I might actually be of moderate aid to people who do not know what they are doing. Mrs. Schneider and Mrs. Parnell both have to be there, and I promised I would come to their tables if I see them looking bored. Mrs. Schneider always appears bored.
At 5:00 this evening I am slated to cook tonight's meal: spaghetti. Oh, how terribly exciting. I feel a bit house-wifey:"This is what I do. This is who I am."
No, no, no! Every day I repeat a little mantra to myself:"I can never marry. I can never have children. However, I am okay with the whole 'free love' thing."
Ausgezeichnet.
Tomorrow we get to play Lotto (Bingo) during German class. Das ist sehr gut. Herr Smith offers a boxful of fun, German-oriented slogan pins from which to choose prizes. That plastic box is from whence my "Es ist alles fur die Katze" pin came last year. Ich liebe Deutsch.
Ich liebe nicht Eco: I failed my economics quiz. I studied for it. I rather despise that class now. It's the only non-math class in which I have received a failing grade on anything significant. I'll still graduate (thus my concern is not too magnified), but the principle of the thing keeps me mildly upset.
I thought Mrs. Norwood made the rough draft for the literary criticism paper due tomorrow, but it now appears she only wants a rough draft of our outline. And the stones roll off my chest. My research remains unfinished; I wondered how to write a paper with absolutely no quotable information. Now I know I shan't have to. Ausgezeichnet.
