Day 6. Again.

From the turning of the first hand of the first clock man has asked himself the questions that would inevitably lead to the birth of philosophy and the surface of our minds became a moonscape of craters. The surface we assumed was so verdant was in fact only the belief of trees and that belief was a lie. The reality is most questions can never be answered, and these questions are pock-marks that define our lunar mindscapes.

This is the project that my AICE Global Perspectives class actually took on, and I was forced to face the reality that I will never feel good about myself unless I take better care of my hair, and get at least a few decent outfits, and not drag myself to class in the rags I gathered from the recycling bin behind the student parking lot. I will never know if my friends are real friends or fake friends, but I suspect a third option and that is imaginary. I know now to pour brewed coffee into my chocolate cake batter. Previously I had just been pouring it directly into my instant ramen, to save money and to kill two birds with one stone.

Speaking of coffee here is a real picture of the lunch I packed myself this morning:

I still ended up feeling like taking a nap during 8th period, however I resisted the urge, unlike my fifth period class. Some of them at least.

My Comprehensive Law class was given a task of finding the book online as a PDF and immediately resorted to attempted piracy, which makes me think they are missing the whole point of law class. I'll have to do better. (I did find it though).