Tuesday, March 04, 2003
at 9:00 PMWho's That Smiling Up There?
I worked on my delicate feet five hours this evening. I consumed a Sunkist and am now gulping down a Coke, because I am that thirsty, plus I need the caffeine.
I need to finish reading Chapter Twenty-Six tonight, as I am supposed to be into Chapters Twenty-Seven and Twenty-Eight of the Donald by now. Then I must study for Japanese.
Besides that, my baseball story and my TFA State story for the school newspaper did not meet Mr. Powers' length requirements. I must rewrite them, therefore. I rather enjoy the fact that my baseball story information all came from three kids who rarely leave the bench during a regular game. One of them got hit by a pitch and broke his arm already. Ausgezeichnet.
Mrs. Erskine (one of the speech teachers who possesses less bitterness toward her life than Mr. Powers does toward his and everyone else's) kindly collected interview information from two junior boys who play for varsity and who happen to have her for study hall. I wrote them (Kevin Clapp and Clayton Jurica) a thank-you note, because they provided me with great details and wrote it all down in an almost sports-feature format. I was half-tempted to simply use their interview as my entire story; that's how well they wrote.
I worked with Scott this evening. He inquired as to the subject of my oratory, responding to my consequent description with:"Oh- so you're one of those."
I could have smacked him. My entire point is that I am not one of "those". Anyhow, he pestered me a couple of times about the Ninth Circuit Court ruling (affecting eight or nine West Coast states) that he says"bars people from saying the Pledge"
and puts it in the same category as prayer. I attempted to point out that the ruling does not bar anyone from saying the Pledge, and that the Pledge does to a certain extent fall under the prayer category because it calls this nation one "under God". That seems like a blatant invocation of state-sponsored religion to me.
Scott retorted that each person views their god (he actually said "God") in their own way, which I acknowledged is certainly very true. I then told him what I say in my oratory:"There are millions of people who live here and work here who do not believe in a god."
Scott says everyone believes in some sort of god (he again used the capitalized one as his example); he called it a natural instinct. I shook my head and told him that argument simply wasn't valid. Then I think we each had to go find something to fold.
I found on the Internet the soundtrack to the 1968 film version of the musical Oliver!. I would order it from FYE, but FYE charges rather exorbitant prices, even for the crap one does not request especially. Mayhaps Best Buy offers more reasonable prices. This I should look into. The Megabitch's boyfriend works at a CD/movie store, but he mentioned it's going out of business soon, so that option shan't materialize into anything profitable for me.
I made up the German test and the economics quiz I missed to due my absences for competition at TFA State last week. Mrs. Hanson agreed to leave the precalculus test with Mrs. Balthazar tomorrow morning for me to complete. Then I shall have finished it all!
I love passive voice and "to be" verbs, and damn everyone who does not to theoretical Hell!
