go read it.
is superior to all human beings.
i can’t even
i don’t know how to
oh my god he is actually superior.
So basically he is my math teacher, and he is actually the best human being i will ever know. It’s so impossible to explain… like when i try to, people just think i’m crazy. ill try to compile a random list of reasons for his spectacularity:
- he finished high school at the age of 15
- he has the most epic survival story of this time when he was ice climbing from washington to alaska and slipped down a glacier…
- he’s simply a genius when it comes to math
- but the best part is, when you get to know more about him, there’s so much more than the math
- he invented the mechanism to maximize efficiency in flax seed oil production (…what?? who does that??)
- he opened up a bakery in petaluma or something and then gave it away to some family
- he is single-handedly responsible for amy’s kitchen having all organic products
- he genuinely cares. about everything
- the way he talks to us
i actually don’t feel deserving of the privilege to be in his class everyday, but i can’t imagine not having him as a teacher
-opened my wallet this morning to discover $30+ missing… someone stole it at the nicaragua service club fundraiser (oh the irony)
-almost got hit by a car on my drive to school, tried to honk my horn but instead hit the ever so useful turn signal
-someone somewhere is having fun with an extra $30+
-i didnt die in the almost accident
- i got a 100% on my calc test today
-i saw a “vote no on prop 8” bumper sticker today
-my house smells like pumpkins (‘tis the season)
time to whip out harry potter movies 1-3 and study up on that wild voice of seamus finnigan
(i’m pretty positive i got this idea from the god-awful clique series in middle school…)
highs of today:
- physics test is over with
- performed in drama class
- got a doughnut after school
lows of the day:
- saw a “yes on prop 8” bumper sticker
- confirmation that i did indeed score a zero on my last english prompt, which i fully expected and deserved because i did not take the time to try and understand ralph waldo emerson
- the realization that i did not take the time to try and understand ralph waldo emerson…
- i’m turning into a bad student
everyone says that slytherins are the most misunderstood. NOT TRUE. hufflepuff’s are BY FAR the most misunderstood. everyone thinks that wimps/nobodies are placed in hufflepuff, but in all actuality, hufflepuffs are supposed to be the good, kind, generous, dedicated people. not any random person can be thrown into this house, you must show the decency and good-hearted quality of helga hufflepuff.
and thus ends my seemingly pointless, yet strangely aggravating thought of the day.
thank you and goodnight.
Why is the mug of tap water so on point, and so real?
… and that was one of the worst attempts at a pun i’ve ever seen. it’s so horrid you’ll just have to bare (bear?) with me. the aim was to combine PB & J with generosity…
anyway here’s where i’m going with this: one day this summer whilst in yellowstone, my family and i were enjoying a picnic lunch of pb&j sandwiches, when an old couple walked by. the man said to me and my cousin something along the lines of, “is that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? oh my, wow, you guys got it right! that’s all i need to get through the day! a pb&j, and i’m good to go!” and he was really adorable and friendly so my cousin and i whipped up a sandwich for him, because it seemed like the right thing to do. and when we presented him with the seemingly insignificant sandwich, his face lit up to the nth degree and he was so grateful that that was one of the highlights of my trip. oh, and his wife was so pleased with our simple gesture that she hugged each of us about four times.
i could have not made him that PB&J. and we would have had one more sandwich’s worth of bread leftover and some extra dollops of peanut butter and jelly. and his day would have been perfectly fine. but i did make it for him, and i’m so glad i did, because in doing so, maybe i’m instilling some truth in the notion that there are still people out there willing to help and be kind to one another.
food for thought.
for some reason this concept, while utterly fascinating, scares me. to be able to control your dreams? you could fly, dance, hold your breath forever, heck, you could shoot spaghetti out of your fingertips if you wanted! and for some reason this makes me feel uneasy because i know i wouldn’t want to wake up… being king of your own world, master over the laws of society and physics, well, the power would be addicting, and it would make your “real” life seem insignificant.
it actually eerily reminds me of the mirror of erised. which, once you get over the devil’s snare and the forbidden forrest, is one of the scariest things in The Philosopher’s Stone. think about it, what did dumbledore say? something about bright men wasting away because they couldn’t part with the almost tangible image of their greatest desire. same goes for lucid dreaming: i would be drawn in by the opportunity to choose what goes on and easily shape my surroundings, rather than having to live through what i wish i could opt out of.
well isn’t this logic just supremely flawed. as always.
there is a hierarchy to the news cycle and the information presented by the media each day, and a hierarchy to life and that which our society assigns priority to, news stories included. to pretend otherwise betrays the sort of pseudo-intellect that has spread like some sort of infectious disease among my peers.
(been reading way too much david mamet, obviously)
but actually. it’s so nice to talk to people. like the intelligent human beings we are capable of being. i often claim to hate people, but the funny things is: there are some people i am rather fond of.