All the Days Run Together Like An Endless River of Molasses

5th period is U.S. History. In theory. What that really means is math study hall. There is something intellectually disappointing about a civilization that is stillborn, unable to fend for themselves in the future, or avoid the chains of slavery because they lacked intellectual curiosity and just assume everything they experience is normal. As long as they know math a person can count how many rights they have gained or lost. That is assuming they know how to recognize a right in the first place. It is a cold world where we can invent an atomic bomb, but not have the historical, present or future wisdom to know when or if to drop it. Or, if this world allows, to discard of it altogether. I'm done with that. Enjoy the void.

Comprehensive Law. We all chose to ignore each other today and complete the classwork. Oddly, everyone was present. This may be a first for an early release day. I must find a way to reward them.

For AICE Global Perspectives I did the unthinkable and actually taught a lesson. The way I wanted to, with feedback and discussion. The disembodied souls that are kept in jars somewhere in the basement of Cambridge University, have forbidden me on normal days to express myself with any real passion. Today I defied that and took the class with me. Scholastic rebels! Sorry you didn't get a bullet train. Also, I apologize for making you learn a little bit about Canada. I know it must have been difficult. I appreciate everyone that showed up today. Only the weak stay home on early release days!

On the way home today I saw something I have never seen. I stopped for gas, and in the station was a customer trying to return lottery tickets. The same customer was also complaining that if they were to win, they'd be disappointed to only receive seven hundred and eighty million dollars, not the full 2 billion. I suppose that would be disappointing.

I was inspired to buy a ticket. When I win I will change nothing. At first. There may be signs though. The service ostrich on a leash. The blimp tethered outside my classroom or perhaps the impractical but flashy solid gold helicopter. The really expensive ramen for lunch. I could finally invest in a "Magic School Bus" and have the type of field trips I've always wanted. But at the end of the day I would still be myself, luxuriating at home in a jacuzzi filled with river otters and wearing a bathing suit woven from the eyelashes of endangered pileated gibbons.

After the Powerball win. I can make this happen.