Work is out for the rest of the year. As a kind of parting moment, my boss told me how he nearly drowned when his kayak flipped over.
He has girth, if I turn off the air-conditioning in the Fine Arts office he will come in and exclaim, "who the FUCK turned off the air-conditioning in here!", wiping sweat off his face.
In order to adjust the stage lights they need to be brought down by pressing a button at the side of the stage. This is a safety hazard, in the sense that you could seriously hurt yourself if a stage light impacts with your head even though it's traveling at less than 10 miles an hour. For this reason you need to make sure everyone stands clear of the lights, if anything because adolescents are idiots and will fall down open manholes simply because they are there. One of the kids doesn't stand clear and I got yelled at.
I worked with the Middle School drama teacher on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and I'm getting a bigger picture on this education thing. It is strange and dynamic and it doesn't always have the best intentions although it may declare otherwise. I see that kids have always had a difficult time forming their own opinions. But they rarely get a chance to stand by themselves, and if they do, they do their best to conform to a schoolyard's code of conduct. Between a certain teacher and her students there is a very small quantity of trust. Trust meaning a reciprocal feeling. Then again it is difficult for kids to respect someone above their age. Adults are meant to be feared, when I confided in some kids that I didn't know how to use the light board he kept on taunting me about it for a week. The teacher
I'm comparing notes with how I originally felt in these situations. I tried to keep my head down as much as possible. I can see kids in the exact same situation as me, thinking they are alone in the world and no one else has problems like me, passing by another kid thinking he is alone in the world and no one else blah blah... Nothing has changed, in a sense I guess school was formative for everyone. It taught me school was bullshit. I credit school for opening new worlds of knowledge and deepening my understanding for a world I thought was only characterised by my feelings. But I'm coming round to the opinion that, for me, passionate learning cannot occur in a classroom because it constantly demands a progress report. Because students are meant to succeed; whatever happened to personal satisfaction? If we please ourselves in performing something, do we always have to show it to the world? This publicness of everything and the fact students are bred to be incredibly opportunistic cultivates a certain kind of person: A socially acceptable person where opportunism and acceptance is favored before original thought.
This has constituted my thinking for the past two months and I could rattle on for a long time, but to my surprise, it looks like I've got something substantial to say, so for the time being, I'm calling it a day. I'm going to put more thought into this essay.
diet tips? Generally I eat healthy but irregularly. I've been eating plenty of apples lately, but out of the last batch of Fuji apples I bought, 3 of them had rotten cores. For your information rotten apple flesh tastes bitter. I've been liking these apple pastries I get from the Isetan bakery. I eat big dinners, sometimes a two-portion meal. I've been pampered for the past couple of months, so I've been treated to the likes of stew and other specialties of my dad. Unfortunately, he uses canned soup as a base and it's annoying me, so I'm going to have to take a crack at it sooner or later. The freshness of produce gets thrown into question when you step into a Malaysian supermarket. I'm certain the best ingredients are available from rural markets, or some dealer, but without a car, I can neither confirm or deny.
