soul-searching in chem class

I thought up the idea for this blog in a much more magnanimous mood. Today, I'm tired and bored and dissatisfied with this chem class and its professor. Plus, the desks in here are (not comfortable. I can't even put my feet up because they don't have the right type of basket under the chairs. Just ice my bitter cake with a thick layer of acetic acid (CH3COOH).

Let's try to get back to the mood, though. It was a good point that I had. Basically, it was going to be a self-critique for years of egotism and subconscious elitism. I started the aforementioned cursèd chem class two weeks ago with the idea that it was going to be super easy and that I would be surrounded by a bunch of numbnuts. Two reasons I should have known I was wrong: 1) two of my very good friends go to Mira Costa all year, and 2) all sorts of high school and college students take classes for credit in the summer. Then I realized why I hadn't thought of this in the first place: I had been thinking of my friends as less intelligent because they were at community colleges.

That's stupid. Katie's saving money right and left and has a clear idea of what she wants to do, and Langa's pre-med on the cheap. I'm the one that's following rather blindly in the American middle-class teen tradition. That's not a bad thing, per se, but the smugness is.

(and that's it. apparently class ended or something. 10 May 2007)

cell phone blues

Yesterday I lost my cell phone somehow, and I was shocked to find out how lost that made me feel. I'm sure it's partly due to my dependency on my phone as a watch and alarm clock, and that my feelings of panic this morning when I still couldn't find it can be chalked up to morning disorientation and the like, but it's still true that I am too dependent on my cell phone.

It has my only timekeeping device (other than my laptop), my sole functioning alarm clock (very important), and my only non-laptop source of contact data for friends and family. More than that, it's my lifeline. If I get lost or bored or confused, I can just call someone with my handy pocket-phone. But I know people who do just fine without cell phones. Melissa at work doesn't have a cell. Actually, she might be the only one I can think of.

So maybe I've only now come to realize that I'm just like everyone else in this. Oh well. In September, I get a shiny new one!

6 May 2007 entered