[Passage from my journal, 18 March 1969]
ⲡⲁⲣⲉⲙϩⲟⲧ
22, 1685
9:45 pm PST—(rain, 3.0) Today I got up and went to school. I
didn’t take the bus. Day 126. I read in the Interpreter’s
Bible (Samuel). Schedule: Advisory (Language club meetings), Latin (Mike
went to his second meeting of the Latin Club—he’s emperor of the club. They
decided that I should play the recorder for the Roman Banquet. I am not a
member of the club), Math (we got our tests back; I got two wrong), Contempt
(Dr. Apsler spoke on the Arab-Israeli conflict), World History, Lunch (our
table is gone), English (library), Study Hall. I took the bus home. I checked
the dittoed material my father brought home, talked, ate, bathed, talked about Samuel, and went to bed.
Brent: In our school we have a day where the students teach
the classes and run the schools.
Bryan: Do the students have complete control?
Brent: Well, there are teachers around so things don’t get out
of hand.
Bryan: Ah, a token concession from the establishment
administration.
Any of those things is always deep in relation to what, you
know.—The Guru
words to learn: asinthrope
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