terribly tired.. feel like a marshmallow. mellow.
10minute break between lectures I went and bought a juice. the counter lady said “in a hurry?”
I said “yep, should be in a lecture right now.”
she said “you’re always in a hurry.”
I thought I am? how does she know?
Megan next in line said “she’s a busy woman, this one.”
I thought i’m not a woman.
counter lady said, “time management.”
Megan said, “what’s that?”
counter lady said “exactly.”
I thought how do they do that? said “bye.”
after the tutorial walking down dim hallways, American John seemed to be walking with me. so I said “i’m thinking of moving to Sweden.”
he said “it seems to be Dionne’s thing to blame everything on America.”
I said, “no, that’s an Australian thing.”
the tutorial had been about primary prevention and how Sweden has made social skills part of school curriculum and hitting someone a crime, while Australia tends to follow the faulty American system. except design wise; Australia has American laws but lovely European furniture.
in the tutorial I was in Elsie’s group, the very intelligent, intimidating girl. she commented on how I have lots to say in a small group, but nothing to say in a large one, the whole class. she kept whispering “speak up!” whenever the topic turned to something I had commented on in the group.
when Dionne gives examples and uses example people in those examples she always uses Elsie and me. I think it’s because we’re the only two whose names she knows. i’ve lost a bit of my towering respect for her since i’ve noticed how she every now and then promotes herself and her ideas. also she falsely credited me for someone else’s comment, and on Monday Dundi, the anthropology lecturer, did the same thing. I interrupt to say, “no, it wasn’t me who said that. I haven’t said a word.”
Ronnie is over because it’s her parents’ 10year anniversary and they’re out getting sloshed. we also had a mini-discussion about how Australians are alcoholics. more than two drinks a day and you have a drinking problem, but the average number of drinks per day for an Australian is 6, or something. we and Germany are the only countries with bars with no food. i’d say there is a strong correlation between that and the rate of early dementia in those two countries. which of course isn’t dementia, but korsakoff’s syndrome. so when you drink, eat! and chase with b-b-b-berocca gives you back your b-b-bounce, vitamin b. what does that remind me of? music theory lessons at Mt St Joes. the music teacher was the only male younger than 50 on campus and had long hair, so everyone loved him and would leave embarrassing notes on his blackboard. he had us write a fake score before we could read music, and played mine to the class. “you’ve written a lovely melody without realising it.” then afterwards a girl said “you did realise it, didn’t you? I know you can play the xylophone.” embroidery and home economics, which was half making clothing and half food tech. but how can cooking be a technology? the only thing I remember cooking is porcupine balls, because I never brought the stuff because I hated carrying bags of ingredients and casserole dishes on the bus. during marble mania I once dropped my marble box on the bus and they all disappeared in five seconds. a boy on that same day had thrown a rock at a seagull and hit it in the head and killed it; he was suspended. the same boy urinated in a coke can and gave it to Brendan to drink, the boy everyone disliked and bullied for no reason. I stole something out of Rebecca’s desk, and got caught, but can’t remember what it was. I was told to apologise, so wrote her a note. the night before photo day Kathy would braid my wet hair, but the curls never kept because it was too heavy. heavy hair.
Sarah just lay prone on the floor and said “push as hard as you can on my back.” when I did she called me a weakling though I had all my weight in it. and I hurt my wrist. the other day she noticed me uploading an incremental incident. “what’s that?”
“I take a picture every day.”
mmm.. I should upload today’s picture. and go to bed. i’m tired.