Well, Cardboard Club didn't go too badly. We had 9 people all told, although Mr. Petko didn't play and "Ben" the freshman who randomly showed up was a bit of, how shall we say, "social outcast." It's sadly reassuring that I don't really fit into that group anymore. Odd, actually talking to people in a less than perpetually annoying manner leads to their continual interaction with you. Not that it's superfluous or even relatively much at all, but considering my past, any contact, however minimal, outside of school can be equated to "above social outcast." Hoo-rah.
Anyway, it wasn't very ordered, but I think people had fun and that's what's important. Thursday (which we have the ok for) will be Clue, so if you have it please bring it. Hopefully it won't wear on Mr. P's nerves, but it seemed he didn't mind. Good, good. Now for the posters...
Finally, Mr. Ross seems to find it quite amusing to annoy me. Not on purpose and not even directed at me, but his admissions to dishonesty and lack of any real positive feelings seems to indicate deadness insideness. Maybe. I don't like deception... Or maybe I just don't like English majors. Their double standards (This is new and original, it must be good! This is useless emotion, I must deride it secretly for I cannot sympathize with the folly of man.), their elitism (if you can't understand that the couch is symbolic of society and the loose change is the eccentric, non-conformist valuable but lost in obscurity, then you are a complete moron), and thier lack-of-funness (they all seem so... prim and proper; differing senses of humor I suppose). That's not to say I dislike them all, nor are people of other areas of study particularly better, but English people tend to go towards the above noted folly. I dunno, maybe I'm like a Bill O'Reilly of subjects, saying I'm independent and like Math and English the same while secretly always leaning towards Math. Or maybe it's just a confidence thing since in Math you know if you can do it or not, whereas in English every essay is up in the air until you get your grade. Sour grapes ya know heh.
So my goal now is to show that it is possible to write a piece of literature that has meaningful symbolism with real, viable issues and themes that can switch between humorous and serious all the while being entertaining. Catch-22 in reverse with a bit of Agee and "Modest Proposal" thrown in. Quite a task, maybe I'll pull it off. Maybe. And this from a person who votes Math more than he'd theoretically like to. Heh, Mrs. Jackson will probably pull a Mr. Ross and say "Yes, it's nice. Publish it." "What did you like?" "All of it." "Any criticism." "You were a tad vague in places and rambled a bit." "Anywhere particular?" "No." "Great!" Cruisin' for a bruisin'.
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