I made the following notes, detailing my experience:
higher male/female ratio
no visible maps
colours: acceptable, if bland
equipment: standard, I suppose. at least we have actual chairs.
There is screaming in the distance. Loud noises
General aura: one of high tension - unspoken
People: nice enough. Some intel, some not. Don't know enough to tell yet.
Teacher: beard.
Numbers: sensical.
Current music: Shut Me Up, MSI
Smells: new school, tinted with use
pressure on outer edged of face, strongest beneath eyes.
No bell system. Strange.
Seriously, my teacher does look like a cross between my old Science teacher and Hugo Weaving with a huge beard and threatening eyebrows. Tis strange.
I also made the following observations during the breaks:
Are stereotypes formed slowly based on the actions of several individuals over a period of time or can each one be individually traced back to a single person whose actions and appearance defined a paradigm at one time during one single event?
One single moment that changes the way the world sees itself forever?
Who are these people? Where were they? When did they become the ones to represent their race? And if we could change the exact moment when that image spread, how different would the world be now?
In the human race there is no finish line, but that won't stop people from doing whatever it takes to reach the front.
It doesn't bloody matter who's in front.
Random blog experiment:
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Hope that works.
I've also been pondering the question of power lately. Not physical power, mind; or at least, not directly. Let's start with that example, though. Muscles power us. When we don't use our muscles, they atrophy. When we work our muscles, they tear and rebuild themselves. That makes us stronger. I think people are the same way. Some people are naturally stronger than others, but no matter who you are when you get hurt you recover stronger than ever. Scar tissue is stronger than ordinary skin, I like to say. And when people have to deal with things that are one way or another painful to them, they get stronger because of it. Some people break down because of nearly nothing. Maybe they're just made that way, or maybe they just haven't experienced anything stronger. Some of us, like one in particular, have endured great hardship; say, an absent father, angry mother and unreasonable family? She is one of the most powerful people I have ever met, and I admire and respect that. Then there's another I know whose mother died; not only that, but he saw his two best friends shot dead right in front of him. He's strong, all right... but also cracked, right down the middle. He was hit so hard he never fully recovered - fell into a slump that he never really came out of. I guess it's about how badly we can hurt ourselves without being crippled. And then there's me... I used to break down easily. Then something hit me so hard I shattered completely. I had to rebuild myself completely, in separate pieces, no less... there's very little of me left that's not scar tissue, but it doesn't disguise the fact that I am, fundamentally, broken. Because I couldn't cope with this staggering event I am now both the strongest and the weakest person you will ever meet, for exactly the same reason.
I can't believe no one's noticed my palm yet. I guess no one's really looking for it. I guess no one's really looking.
Something tells me she's been thinking about her dad lately. Can't quite put my finger on it; just a hunch. Yup.
I wish I could relate better... actually, that's a terrible thought. I'm glad I can't- no. Wait. Ach, meave. Forget it.
I just hope she knows that I'm there for her. I can't see myself as being able to help much, but if there's anything I can do... well. You know. Because I do care about her. Truly I do.
I would elaborate, but my laptop battery is about to die. Sigh. I wish I could just move the thing back up here.
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