Day 2. Again.

Somewhere in the forest there is a precious, expensive mushroom growing. And it takes a giant trained pig to find it. I have met fifth hour and I know that somewhere inside the apathetic front they put up, there is a truffle ready to be found and that truffle is excitement. So, I will be that pig. If need be. (I had AI generate a picture of me as a pig and the monstrosity it came up with is too ghastly to post, however this idiot website posted it anyway even after I deleted it, so I guess you will see it in the thumbnail at least. Ugh.) I promise fifth period. The class is U.S. History and if I can help it I will not allow you to grow up and start another world war. Probably.

I don't really remember much about Comp Law. I'm pretty sure there was a class, but by that time I was trying desperately to gather my AICE scores from last year. I'm certain that if it were possible, Cambridge would place each child's score inside an acorn, plant that acorn and wait until the tree grew to maturity, aged, and died and when it finally falls in the forest, dead of old age, the scores of at least one child would be able to be read in the rings of a century of growth. Then the process would repeat. They could not possibly create a slower website.

My new AICE class seems excited and capable. I'll fix that. Nothing says learning like late night tears. For the moment their enthusiasm is appreciated. It will be a shame to see them slowly wilt like un-watered flowers, in an abandoned van, inside an even more abandoned van.

I'm not really feeling the creativity today. My theory is that AI is stealing actual "I" and we are all suffering for it. I need to go find a way to make U.S. History more boring. It's difficult, but it is what I do best.