school

You know, I take an odd pride in having failed my Master's foreign language certification test (a Simone De Beauvoir translation) despite having studied French since the 5th grade. Maybe it's the fact that my translation, while spectacularly wrong according to the department head, was apparently in the spirit of De Beauvoir.

Also, I've been drinking tonight because I handed in my last paper of the semester, on the constant subliminal politicalization of John Clare's poetry. Well, at least the stuff before he was committed. So to celebrate the evening (or as evening as 530 pm gets), I went to the nearest bar with my classmates and discussed Neil Gamman and horror movies.

if you are a high school kid you know what I'm talking about here...

when you are surrounded by about 1000 kids everyday and most look exactly the same with the same haircuts and the same clothes and all that junk, and you know the few people that step out and say f it, I'm going to wear whatever the hell I want to wear, you get ostracized alot. People stare or make rude comments. This happened to me with a certain dress i was wearing yesterday. I found it quite the annoyance when a friend of mine decided it'd be funny to keep saying "hey grandma" and stuff like that. it takes fucking guts to step out and be yourself and everyone out there like me who doesn't give a fuck, i applaud you. has anything like this ever happened to you? what did you do?