Lately, I've been having dreams. STRANGE dreams. Why strange? Because they are completely normal.
If you ask me, they are wastes of dreams. A dream is an opportunity to have an irrational or otherwise impossible experience. Here I am, sleeping like a rock, and I have the capacity to be dreaming of anything! Anything at all! Yet my dreams consist of getting new Facebook invites, or seeing that my gas tank is low. And these aren't exaggerated scenarios, either; I'm not dreaming that I live in a giant computer and I live in a house made of Facebook invites, nor am I the overlord of a futuristic society that will perish without a full supply of gasoline. Just plain, simple thoughts. BORING. And meddlesome. Since half of these are chores, I wake up thinking they are completed when, in fact, they are not. Le-sigh.
And in other news, I don't care about anything involving Rihanna or Chris Brown.
I have an observation; a query if you will. I'm not one to exhaust the whole "Nature vs. Nurture" debacle, but I'm wondering about a smaller scale... sub... whatsis... big word. It's a big, multifaceted question. In other words, not just one question. Here goes: Does our taste in music influence who we associate with? Or does who we associate with influence our taste in music? Or does our style of dress influence who we associate with? Or does who we associate with influence our style of dress? Or does our taste in music influence our style of dress? There's a lot of factors, and I just get to wondering which is a cause or effect of the other. All three factors are obviously correlated in one way or another, I'm just not sure how. Is it a set rule in the first place? Or is it subjective? The difference from nature versus nurture is that it's ultimately one over the other. To me, anyway, it strikes me as unlikely that SOME peoples' behaviors come from their environment while OTHER peoples' behaviors are purely inborn. With my "Music vs. Company vs. Clothing" controversy (oh yeah, it's gonna be big), however, it is possible to purely be on a case-by-case basis. I'm wondering if anyone has thoughts on this?
Yesterday was a little break from the ordinary. It's Suess Week... or Suess Month... or maybe it was just Suess Day, but yesterday a group of us performed reader's theatres for elementary school kids. We came in with various Dr. Suess stories and essentially acted the stories out while we read them. I like kids, so it was enjoyable for me. The lady running the whole shindig was a little crazy, though. She didn't smile very much... at all. And there was a MASSIVE spread of food in the Teacher's Lounge that we were allowed to pick at (gorge), as long as we followed the "Ya work, ya eat, ya work, ya eat, work, eat, work, eat, work, eat" regiment. I can't count how many times that woman said "work, eat" consecutively. It was as though she expected us to just sit in the teacher's lounge and eat the whole time. Ummm... we're HERE for YOUR KIDS!
This initial experience, combined with our experience in the first classroom, was a little worrisome. We entered the room in bright spirits, ready to give 'em a show. There, sitting on the world's tiniest chair, is a teacher with bags under her eyes and a red and white Suess hat on her head. She announced from across the room: "Thank goodness you're here, I'm having an emotional breakdown." My group and I passed fleeting glances at one another as the teacher continued, "SOMEONE... is giving me a hard time and not following the rules." She was reprimanding a tiny child dressed like a Mexican gangster. We set up and did our story: "Horton Hatches The Egg." Afterward, the teacher asked the class: "What does Horton mean by being 'faithful one hundred percent'? What word do we know that has to do with that?" Kids gave out some great answers: "Faithful!" "Commitment!" "Responsibility!" "Honesty!" "Faithful!" All great answers, but every time they answered "incorrectly," the teacher gave a sharp "NO. Next!" The word she was looking for was "integrity." But yeesh, I mean, the kids were giving some pretty darn good answers, and she wouldn't even give them a "A good answer, but what's ANOTHER word?"
Some other teachers were strict as well, though not to such a degree. Some teachers were also very sweet, too. It was an interesting experience, but on the whole I'm glad that I did not go to that elementary school... the kids don't even enjoy recess! I was talking to a girl who said she hated recess because it was boring and she had nothing to do. I told her to enjoy it while she had it, and then she asked why school had to start so early. Why couldn't it just start at, like, 2, and go to... 2:01?
Amen, sister. Amen.
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