So yeah, this is a personal post. Sue me.
It's been an interesting week. One of missing lessons, missing homework, missing people, missing sense.
Monday was quiet. Had a maths lesson cancelled, spent it trying to solve a different kind of problem, didn't really come up with much.
Tuesday was uneventful. It seems that whenever I sit down to do psychology work, I feel more and more like giving up on it, but then I realize how much time I've already wasted and that traps me. "Staying the course", anyone?
Wednesday was enlightening. Maybe it was because I had had two lessons cancelled and spent most of the morning sitting around doing nothing, but by the time it got to 11am I really wasn't in the mood for "Support & Guidance", which is the most patronisation (if that's even a word) that could possibly be crammed into an hour. I'm trying to keep quiet and put up with it, but it's not easy. There's just too much conflict in the form, and I'm not even talking about among students.
Thursday was silly. Some people had made a mess, so obviously the most mature thing the school could think of is shutting everyone out of all the rooms to "show that we mean business" (direct quote). They obviously forget that in an acting-like-kids competition, we're going to win. And if it's not a moral victory, we're not going to care. I think some teachers get it, but they're not the loud ones.
Friday was an ending. Not a particularly good ending, but it was an ending. That's enough. This week has again left me asking myself more clever-sounding philosophical questions, and not even pretending to know the answers. I'm confused, distracted, and despairing just a little, but I'm still going. However cyclical, or stressful, or unfair the weeks may seem, I don't really want them to end, so I'll try to enjoy them while I can. Sunny days.
I wonder what rhymes with rap...
Just a quick note to say the first part of the Sunday Live Numbcast is up. Part 1 features an interview and 2 tracks from local band 67 Riots. I thought they played pretty well on the day, though I guess I'm biased...
For most of this week I've been trying to figure out what I should post today. Something appropriate, something respectful, something honest.
But no words came, so this is all I'm posting. Doesn't mean I'm not still thinking, though.
So today, I woke up with a head full of cold, stayed in bed all morning and half the afternoon, then got up and did absolutely nothing of value.
Then I smiled.
(Insert something profound about life here.)
Words, mouth, out.
Charlie Brooker: I hate Macs. Basically the same thing I thought when I first saw the UK-ized "I'm a Mac" ads, but expressed a whole load better than I would have managed.
Though I can't help feeling it was just a sneaky way to get me to read the side note about the start of the new series of Screenwipe, which I just watched whilst avoiding at all costs the urge to blink. An ad for ranting about telly on telly within a rant about telly ads on the Internet. That just blew my mind.