[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