answers

Six days constitutes "a while" don't you think? Yes, six days is plenty. Its been so long, I couldn't come up with just one title. So everything sorta gets its own...

TAG tagged...
The 5th line of my 23rd post, the other cause, is:
i recently met a delegation from beijing at a conferance.
Tag: Chelsea, Liming, Zoe, Yuri

Enigmatic isn't it? Thank goodness this one is shorter than the other.

lost...
After that hillarious article about Bush trying to exit a locked door actually made me think he wasn't that bad after all for some reason. Then my dad told me about his friend who lived in New Orleans. Apparently his dad was big in cancer research. His life's work was a huge collection of 30 years worth of slides, all of which are now lost. Wow, cancer research might be set back 10 years. What a loss for Humanity. Really.

winter...
I'm at my Grandma's and it's currently snowing, and really really cold. Be back tomorrow, well, I have to be. Anway, Christmas is coming up, so we better starting thinking about Fanny's carolling. It'd be nice if everyone could come, even people who never come to our things, like Hallie and Puja for instance. Oh, I'm probably worried about the winter concert and the chorus quizzes just because I'm new and never seen them before and all. But it seems really mean.

answers, etc...
Yeah, chelsea, I finally notice you changed your x layout. It's so much more readable now, not that it wasn't before, heh heh. And why do I "making me regret all the things ive ever not done" (but you typed it louder)? Becuase it's my job. Anyway, it was cool trading music at 2 in the morning. I feel like I ruined it in english. Oh and because "odio" is one of them always-past-tense-verbs, its "te odi." and if you ever wanted to say it, it's pronounced "to'di," as the e is silent because of the o.

I woke up sore last Wednesday because I slept like 16 hours. Apparently 16 hours on my right arm, so that was especially sore.

Have you ever noticed how the juniors mainly use x and the seniors lj? Interesting.

And I still don't know what yogurting is...

problem

Really freaking out over the:
-23 pages of vergil to study tonight
-thesis paragraph and paper outline for tomorrow
-fle draft (thank god just draft) for tomorrow (of course)
-late us hist book synopsis essay thing

Also have several minor things bugging me like
-a late RP and a late short story
-and a great deal of Henretta reading to catch up in
-the physics hw for the last two weeks, and the canstruction project

And at the moment I don't even want to think about my club which is slowly dying from neglect as nothings happened the last two weeks, or think about dating at all, or about those people I still haven't found time to email back from last month, or about practicing piano for my Monday lesson for the first time in a week (this one's not that major as I never practice usually anyway).

Delightful.

I won't be able to do it all. I hope I won't have to stay home over Thanksgiving while the rest of my family goes to Grandma's house.

No blogging for me for a while.

catching up

Wow, I haven't posted in three days, and Chelsea is slowly starting to wither away...

Thursday stayed after school to sell old editions of Radicals we've apparently been trying to sell since 2000. Started off alone but after Tapastry sold out, Fanny and Aliza helped out. Fanny is amaizing, me an Aliza agree on this. After she sold 200 copies of Tapastry, together we sell out Radicals in half an hour flat, and it isn't even her club. I'm so happy we sold out all the back copies from 2000, so that we can start anew with the 2006 edition. I remember one couple bought a 2000 and 2001 edition, and we joked about how math doesn't get old like fasion and gossip magazines (ie, "that math was so last week"). My general tactic was to get parents after they were hit by Argus, so I could say, "Oh you got Arugs...five dollars... We're two dollars! And you don't have to wait." Aliza's tactic was to find asian kids, and when they dont want to spend two bucks, say "What, you don't like math!?"

I still a little uncomfortable about how afterwards we hung out afterwards and talked about people (and their means of admissions or writing ability). I was also a bit perturbed how Aliza wouldn't let Tony sell Radicals today. I get uncomfortable talking about people, which is why I won't say anything more on this topic.

Afterwards me Puja and Connie went to canstruction, but were kicked out after we saw like two exhibits. So we walked from 32nd street to 57th to go to some music store since Puja needed sheet music. And we talked and spontaneously broke out into song, and I again realized just how much I missed by not being in chorus last year (as I didn't know most of these songs). Then we got cold and gave up on the music store, and went into a subway terminal at 59th and 5th. We stayed there for an hour or so, on the bench. I mooched off their candy. We tried to sing, but we were eating chocolate...

I realized that if we sang on a subway station and put a hat or something on the floor, we would actually make money, especially if we sang in part (that's what really gets people for some reason; of course that would neccessitate a SAT&B, though we could sometimes get away with just a SA&B).

Yesterday I foolishly went back to canstruction to finish the job, and tried to coordinate the trip with both fellow Juniors, and Puja and Connie. Well, Connie never shows up. The Junior (Kirsten) postpones the meeting time by an hour, but I'm unable to tell Puja, so I forsake the meeting with the Junior (I was supposed to get on her train when it came by, which was too logistically difficult anyway).

Then I stayed up until two watching first Stargate, then Sex and the City, then Late Night, then Water Boy, then Family Guy. Then I stagger off to sleep. It was one of my episodes. I get another relapse every month or so. Anyway, I'm miracilously on time to shp the next day and no one (from Hunter) was there to see it because they were busy watching Liming fall down the stairs coming out of the quad (I'm sorry I missed it). You'll never guess why she fell too (she'll tell you all about it). Anyway, I was so tired during it, that after the teacher gave us a break, I just layed down right on the floor under my row of 5 chairs (it was a mostly filled 100 person lecture hall) which was empty except for Liming. I used her bookbag as a pillow, and heard a ominous ticking sound eminating from it, but never identified the exact source...

I really should be freaking out. I have english and social essays and late homeworks to do. And I have to study for a 300 line latin exam, and catch up in my social reading. But instead I'm in a really calm and even happy mood. I think its because this morning I hit a C (not tessitura-ie usable-by any means, but still, I hit it! though by this time of day of course I've lost it and the C#, but tomorrow morning when I'm more relaxed I should get them back). I'm also going to be taking Lifeguard Training next semester, which is what I really wanted.

Instead I'm catching up in other areas. I've updated this for the first time in days. And I finally emails a bunch of people back, one who emailed me in September, but I never found the time to reply.

Great this really is turning into a online teenage life story rant, when I used to pretend to write philisophical stuff etc. Oh well.

I had an idea, sometime we should try singing 6 different E's (with different people of course). I'll get E2 and E3, an Alto can get E4 and E5, and a Sop can get E6 and E7? We could even split the six E's among six people in the six ranges P, B, T, A, S2, and S1.

I was online (im) today, but the im kept freezing up my computer for 30 seconds or so every minute, because my computer is old. It's really annoying. And the reason why I'm not on more often.

And Timmy, you told me you'd show me your Japanese blog.

ephemerality

Today was a really good day (hodie laetus sum)!

This is due in part to those awesome rice balls. (Thanks Fanny; they were really really good!!!)

SEA was making posters today (for instar, literally 4-5 hours). We were hungry, so I was sent out (Puja came along for company) to buy a pizza. But we couldn't eat it in the locker hallway, so me and Puja got Mr. Crouch to let us use his room (after unsuccessfully stealing Ms. Steriano's [sp?] room). And I love Crouch's room, especially with the lights half out. It was cool to just hang out down there, me, Puja, Sophia, Grace, Ashley, and Connie. Then Keith came in and spent twenty minutes vituperating over some security guard who took his ID card.

I also found the coat I lost last week.

Some of you may know that I rate my conversations either as successful or unsuccessful (another quirk, instar Puja not biting directly into candy bars). Successful fast-paced, witty, and relaxed. Unsuccessfull being stagnant, awkward, uptight, and inarticulate. Interestingly, a successful hi, how're you doing (what's up); good, yourself? (not much, you?); fine (just hanging), cya; cya; counts as a successful conversation. Today overall was successful, due to a combination of a high number of successful greeting-exchanges, and real conversations.

ie, I just met Ms. Steriano (sp?) today in an amusing way. I left my bookbag in her room, then later left it outside the english office. She said something along the lines of next time I'll just steal it. And I was instar, well next time I'll no where to look. Then we introduced ourselves.

Parent teacher conferences went well. My parents made a deal, dad goes to my sister's conferences (yesterday), and mom goes to mine.

My mom met Ms. Termini. I asked her how the assembly went (very well), and she asked me how gym was (long). We ended up talking to just about everyone.

First Weinstein explained that if I stop coming in late, I can improve my average by 20 pts. My mom expected a jerk because he gave me a C+, but she soon realized he's actually a really nice guy.

Ms. Creedon (physics) told me to talk more in class, as it would help the class move forward. She also thanked me for defending her when someone insisted she hadn't taught us this concept. My parents are teachers, so I knew how much it would be appreciated (did you know teachers have nightmares all the time about their classes?).

Zegers was the only dismal conference, in which he pretty much spent 5 minutes explaining how he thinks I'm a hopeless case and he really does not know what to do. See he talked to Ms. Airoldi, who told him I've been like this for years (not handing work in on time).

Ms. Mazzola was really nice, and tried to convince my mom that even though I bombed my report card, I was still good at Latin, and that I just had to find time to prepare for class. She said I didn't need a tutor, and that I could probably tutor people myself (I really loved her for saying that, she is really so nice).

Then I tried to get a hold of Ms. Chapnick (US Hist), but we didn't have an appointment, as I accidentally signed up for a Thrusday slot instead of Wednesday. We would have to wait until after 3.

So I brought her down to see Mr. Crouch. He seemed kinda sad because music teachers get no appointments, and he had to stay the full two hours. But my mom made him really happy by telling him things like how when I come home from school really bright and cheery, it means I had chorus that day (which is true). That was probably my best meeting outside of with the gym teacher.

Then we visited my gym teachers, Ms. Fox and Ms. Miley. We met Ms. Fox coming out of the office, and talked about how much I love her class and stuff. Then we talked to Ms. Miley. Ms. Miley and my mom know are well aquainted because I had her 1st in 7th grade, and was late every day. They're like good friends or something. Another good conversation, I said a few witty lines I can't remember, lol.

Then we climbed all the way to the fourth floor to talk to Ms. Mayadas, even though I don't have her as a teacher, because she and my mom are also good friends. Another good conversation. She said something like, "for the first time I told him no, twice, first he wanted money, then he wanted me to go to Ohio, which he thought I'd do just because I'm from Ohio" and I said, "and this was before I mentioned the 17 hour bus ride" (as we would've talken a bus to Ohio). A very fun conversation.

Then finally we see Chapnick. And she was instar, he can tell us one thing he could do that would improve everything phenomenomally (sp?). I say, turn in my book synopsis? That would help, but no, I meant... Apparently I do this thing that really annoys her, where I don't say a word in class, then talk to her after class (and be late for English, I added). She thinks I'm really insightful (a genius actually, lol), and can synthesise what we talk for 40 minutes in class to its essence with a single insightful question (or statement), like the time I accidently destroyed the Strict Constructionist Argument for Judicial Decision Making, with a single statement. That made me happy. And more good conversations.

fulfillment

I don't feel sad, nor do I feel angry, joyful, or content. Instead I feel nothing, which is worse than torment. Though you can wallow in desolation, and thus find fulfillment, can you wallow in nothingness? Instead of feeling, there is only emptyness.

In other news, I found out in Latin the other day that the actual word for "like" in Latin (not as in enjoy, but the colloquial one) is instar. So me and Zoe are going to replace the word "like" with instar from this day forth.

I finally got a blog subscription service up and running. So if you want to subscribe to my blog, send an email (from the account you want it sent to) to asmalldarklight-subscribe@googlegroups.com. To unsubscribe, email asmalldarklight-unsubscribe@googlegroups.com

angels and demons

I've been unable to reach Chelsea's cell phone for days. For all I know, her HUNs assembly was really a satanic ritual, and she hasn't been seen since. I wanted to know how the assembly went, and in what room Zegers is holding parent-teacher conferences.

I haven't been online at all for the past few days. I really have to bring my grades back up. Zegers still thinks I'm inarticulate because I seem to be unable to make coherant comments in class. I didn't go to the HUNs assembly because I had offcampus gym, and didn't get back until 4; I also wasn't prepared enough to give a good impression.

I realize I haven't gotten anyone in the hallway's cell phone number. Neither have I given anyone mine. I'm have to do that sometime.

No chorus until next week. *tear*

No title today.

Took a nap at 3pm, then woke up at literally 6:15. But I really wanted to see shakespeare, so that was hectic, and I ended up taking a taxi. But it was worth the trouble. Let me rephrase that. OMG, it was like totally AWESOME!! I just about died every time the mechanicals came on. Chelsea has two new lines that might stick, for better or for worse, "My dog!" and "OK" (it was hillarious the way she said it, and the context)

Then me and friends from my neighborhood, none of which go to Hunter anymore, decided it would be cool to walk home. Now I have second thoughts. And I'm really tired. Anyway, when we passed St. John the Divine, we saw a group of people waiting outside. The Harry Potter cast was having an After Show Party (just as the shakespeare people were in fact). I saw Ron, but was actually too tired to get overly excited like the Columbia students there were. I did meet this cool lady who lives on 110th though. I wish I had a business card. I'll have to make them some day. I feel like people should get to know each other more in this city. We pass by thousands of people and never make eye contact.

Listening to Kidnap the Sandy Claws, which I realize is kinda demented.

I'm really tired. Going to bed.

4050

headline: suicide

Here's something really morbid...

In one of the buildings in my co-op, there was this nice Taiwanese family, of Mom, Dad, two kids, and Grandma. But there was something wrong about the family. Mom was always very quiet and sad, never talking. The kids were also always so sad. Dad seemed happy though, whistling all the time.

Then one day Dad gets the kids home from school early. They miss the next week of school. Then the school super calls, and Grandma says everything is fine. The next day he comes over, and he and the co-op manager go to the apartment. Again Grandma answers and says everything is fine. The next day when they break into the apartment, they find a room with the windows shut tight, Mom and the two kids on the bed, Dad on the floor, and a cold bucket of coal. All three are dead. Grandma is in the next room, unconscious.

Apparently Dad lost all his money, including the morgage on his house, in the stock market. Mom didn't work. So he comitted suicide, but didn't want his family to suffer. We think Grandma was in on it. Dad drugged Mom and the kids and put them in the gas chamber with himself.

But the sad thing is that they wouldn't have been homeless and pennyless. The bank cannot forclose on the house if you declare bankrupcy. With two kids, Mom could have gotten quite a bit from welfare. But as Americans, we don't understand the importance of face in some cultures. Is it really better to die?

And one of the kids was my sister's best friends' classmate.

yay!!

Omg, OMFG!
My life is complete!!
All my dreams have been fulfilled!!!

MY BLOG'S ON GOOGLE!!!! GOOGLE!!!!!

It happened on November 1st, 2005 (yeah, I'm surprised I went a week without noticing too), a day that I will treasure forever (hey, that rhymed). Great, now I need a new goal in life, how about increasing my Pagerank ;)

And you know what this means?
Sooner or later are all of you that I've linked to will be ranked too.
This also means I can get rid of the "google hit" link because I'm no longer that insecure.

Oh, and Congratulations to: Fanny, Fuzzy, Chelsea, who's blogs've been on Google for months (and you didn't tell me?)!!

watching god

every chapter starts with a line of poetic verse, but in prose. that totally made sense.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they com in with the tide. for others they sil forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men.

Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

[published 34-Tue 21-Aug 07, 19-242-54333]

gatsby

The day got off to a good start because my calc test was cancled due to Weinsetin not being there. The in Physics we got to ride the elevator up and down to "investigate the effects of acceleration on the normal force," of course. The girls didn't want to step on the scales though. Come on, it was metric, which makes you look insanely anorexic. And their apparent weights did actually change. Unfortunatly we didn't try the free fall elevator problem, in which your apparent weight drops to zero, the ultimate diet as Ms. Creedon said. She mentioned a recent Airlines ad which said "fly [whatever], experience weightlessness." This of course means freefall, which is not preferential for an Airline. But luckly most ad viewers are not physics literate enough to be perturbed by this. I love Creedon; she's so Irish you can never tell if she's joking. ARML power was kinda fun, if not hectic. Timmy's new iPod is really cool and insanely small.

I annoyed Chelsea today because I spent like 10 minutes trying to say Gatsby sucked. Not explain mind you, just tell. It must've been the coffee (I never drink coffee, but I did last night, so it doesn't go away for me). She was like wtf, just say whatever the hell you want to say. And I started to laugh nervously like Zoe, and she just looked at me with that Chelsea look, half bored, half incredulous, half homocidal.

So this is why Gatsby sucks:
-its about screwed up shallow rich white people and their problems
-its about some poor white kid, persuing an adolescent fantasy becuase he never grew up; which he (and many readers) mistakingly think is a 'dream'
-he uses adverbs to describe character's speech ("something," so-and-so said pensively, sarcastically), which I consider cheating, as just about everyone else is a good enough writer to convay this without just saying it
-the characters are flat and static, yet still inconsistant (he really must have been trying!)
-these inconsistancies in character are what people often mistake for deep meaningful paradoxes in human nature (for true deep paradoxes see Song of Solomon), but no, its just inconsistancy

In other news, I was sad today because I got a 78 on my Latin test. Latin, my favorite language. Damn. My teacher was like, make sure to give me your frees because some of you might "benefit from more time with the Latin." Translation, you're stupid and you need Latin tutoring. And last week I asked her if I could tutor 7s, because I love Latin, and I love mentoring. But, how can I tutor if I can't even hold my own? I remembered all this just now, because I suppressed it so I wouldn't be sad in front of my Lil' Sibs. But it's all comming back. Great, now I'll gave to go to my sad place and sing Wayfaring Stranger.

Currently listening to What is Love, Haddaway, and I can't stop laughing because I keep thinking of A Night at the Roxbury.

english 11

I think so far English 11 has been ok. I was really scared because of all the horror stories from Timmy and Jason. But I liked The Things They Carried, and I really like this new book we got Their Eyes Were Watching God. OMG, its like high poetic prose or something (=pretty words). I was starting to get really annoyed (as in, Zegers must die) first with Gatsby, then with the ENDLESS Hemmingway. Ugh. But now its good, except for the whole Black South Vernacular everyone seems to speak in. The book is practically written in another language.

I was sad yesterday because I felt like the quarter ended and I didn't do anything, but I'm happy today because the quarter started and I have three months to do lots of stuff! It was so cold in the hallway today. Thanx Fanny for letting me barrow your coat/cape! And Puja for giving it back after you stole it:)

Chelsea, here's an article that may help for that HUNs mock assembly on AIDS:





I wonder what my bandwidth is...

warm ups

I'm depressed. I feel like my posts must be dull because no one reads them anymore. And I regret thinking that the whole no-capitalization thing would be a creative way of sticking it to the man. I feel like this is a pattern in my life. Relationships start out good, but then as time goes on, they start to fester. Am I forgetting how to write? They thought this post was good, but that was last week. I know its probably just my usual end of quarter blues. And even though I have Latin, Zegers, and Chapnick to do, I really want to post something interesting:

I know several fellow bloggers are also singers. Remember the day Ms. Langes subbed? I thought her warm ups were really cool, and I got her to write them down for me:

1. S-F-M-R-D on Icky; warm down first, then up, modifying to ooky
2. Descending P5s on Icky-croce; Icky on P5, croce (krow-chay) sliding from P5 to tonic; warm down first
3. Legato and Vowels: smooth scale, modify vowels as you go up:
D-R-M-F (ee) S-L-T-D2 (oh) R2-M2-F2-R2 (aw) T-S-F-R (oh) D (ee)

autumn magic

I woke up and when morning broke, I saw that it was full of magic. The air was muted, as if resonating with some barely contained power. The buildings around us slowly dissapeared into the mist. In just one night, under the yellow crescent, the trees were changed.

posting

I've decided to experiment.

For the sake of public image, but mainly out of peer pressure, there'll be a temporary reinstating of both capitalization and apostrophies. I assumed that it was commonplace on the internet to ignore these sort of things. But then I found out that all my friends use them. But I'm still not willing to give up omg and "he was like" to signify "he said" just yet.

There's really nothing else to say. I did add a few things to my sidebar, such as a comments feed and a way to subscribe to posts. I'm a little upset that no one's linked their blog to mine, even though I did to their's. But no matter.

Ugh, I've got this darn Dragostea Din Tei stuck in my head. I probably has something to do with the fact that I've played it over an over for the past three days. And I still don't have any idea what they're saying.

tagged (what else is new)

Way too long for main page.
Click here to read the post.

But the important part is that I tag:
-chelsea
-liming
-zoe
-yuri

Edit (11/11): I found the fifth person!... Audrey!

sorry!

omg, i didnt go online at all yesterday. for some reason my date was prolonged until it was like four hours and i didnt get home until 5. and i was so exhausted from walking and carrying on constant conversation (but mostly from the walking), that i just went to bed without doing anything. in the famous (and only) words of Liming, 烦! (actually that was just one word)

in other news (i picked that up from either lj or x), i just found out today that the Joe from chorus (not the junior) is a sophmore. all this time i thought he was a senior. he could totally pass as one. and he has a really good voice too. thats why i was confused he wasnt in greece, but now it makes sense. he was sitting in his hallway, and i was like, dude this isnt your hallway. and he was like, yes it is, im a sophmore. awkward silence. and i was backpedaling: um right, (looks around) this is the sophmore hallway, i knew that, gosh im so disoriented today, and late for us hist, yeah gotta run.

disonance

ill try something different: quizzes!

an augmented seventh interval is:
a)very dissonant
b)slightly dissonant
c)equally dissonant and harmonious
d)slightly harmonious
e)very harmonious
f)not dissonant AT ALL

not what you were expecting?
anyway, i thought it was a cute question.

telemarkaters

i remember once this black girl telemarketer called and when i said Mr. Sunderland wasnt there, she asked if i was sure like twice. then i was like, no, im his son. and she was like get out. she asked how old i was, which started a whole conversation. it was kinda weird. and even at the end she still was like, are you sure youre not Mr. Sunderland.

so i decided to answer telemarketer calls with "im the 16 year old son, can i help you?", which so far has been effective.

have you ever had a conversation with a telemarketer?

quid metuo'die

ehe'illa non m'amans estqu'eratque quod non fortis formosusve mento am'aec m'amat sed non iam volo'scular'anc sic metuo't iam m'amet quis faci'aptus non formosaque ita metuo n'iterem praeterita

(the hiatus is there to help you)

pillars

in my view Hunter has 3 honor societies. lettuce define honor society as having a rigorous selection process for membership. therefore we have: huns (model un team), bigsib (guardianship program), and MAΘ (math opportunity sponsor).

i like to call them the social studies honor society, the english honor society, and the math honor society. (im just kidding)

all clubs at Hunter must be chartered with the GO, the student government. however, chartered clubs cannot be exclusive, and thus cannot be honor societies. societies are also intrinsically different than clubs. (note, acs is really a club)

so the four independant student organizations at Hunter are: GO, huns, bigsib, MAΘ.

these are the Hunter's four pillars of student organization. all our other clubs, being chartered, fall under the GO.

sometimes we speak of Fifth Pillar of Hunter, the last foundational student organization, which shall go unnamed. unlike the others, this pillar is completely student run. this has led some to call the Fifth Pillar of Hunter, the True Pillar of Hunter.

idolatry

ok, heres a nonpersonal post in case you were starting to get annoyed:

sometimes i think people just dont get it.
you tell them "no idol whorship," and what do they do? they start whorshipping idols.

i think idolatry is: "whorshipping a symbol"
the point of no-idol-whorship is so that you dont forget what the symbol is actually talking about, so you dont lose sight of the meaning of the symbol by reading it concretely.

for example, whorshipping a little figure of a deity is idolatry. whorshipping a picture of a deity is idolatry. whorshipping a symbolic cross is idolatry. woa, hold on here.

im not saying symbols are bad, but the exact opposite. symbols are good. understanding the spiritual significance of the cross is good. missing the point entirely is bad.

so the point of "destoy the idol whorshippers" was not to kill everyone else, but maybe to stop whorshipping idols?

now what if you say, what appears to be whorshipping idols is really just symbolic. then i would say, oh, you mean like the whorshipping involved in buddhism, which really is more of respect and reflection of the wisdom and meaning of those before. then ok, its fine by me.

here are three relevant past posts: hubris, atheism, religion

a clean well-lighted place

yes, i still havent started my latin.
sigh.

but you have to heard about how i freaked out zegers today.

we were talking about a clean well-lighted place by hemmingway,
and the lesson concluded with nada, meaning nothing and emptiness.

i said that it relates back to what i said the other day about how hemmingway stories are a locked room, that's empty. see, very meaningful. t2 says, see, its full, but full of emptiness.

thats not what freaked him out.

it was after class me, chelsea, t2, etc were hanging around in his classroom (a clean well-lighted place), and i went up to him and said "youre lucky i didnt say my second theory, that the story is really talking about sex" see the old men are sad because they dont have wife (sex) and dont have the youth or confidence to date (sex).

he looked around nervously and tried to ignore me. and said something like uh huh.

then when we left, i said cya, and he said nothing. why!? why!? everyone says bye to me, its a rule. (i hope you know im just kidding)