Helplessness, &c.

Today the ACLU club met. We discussed ideas for commercials for the morning announcements and h8z0red at Bush. Mr Kummer says we will be at war within eight weeks. I say BAH.

Do you know what one of the worst feelings in the world is? Well, I'm sure you have an idea of what your worst feeling is, but for me, it's helplessness. I think my boggart [talking of HP, HI-LARIOUS link courtesy Eva] would somehow be the embodiment of helplessness [that or failure, but I'll save that rant for another day]. I hate not being able to stop the war on Iraq. I hate how people die everyday from diseases that can be treated and how I can't stop that. I hate how, on a more personal scale, people around me are sad or angry or depressed and how I can't help them.

Whenever I have nightmares, I usually am unable to run. Or as much as I try, I can only run v. v. slowly, and my body is as lead. Helplessness is a beyotch.

After school I went to KT's, and we did math. I really went for her benefit, but it's def. good I did because I realized I'd forgotten everything from chapter one. So we're going to review next week as well.

Talking of math, Ryan has asked me to start tutoring him to help him catch up. And I'll get service hours for it, which is really cool. Although I'm a bit nervous. Tutoring a kid at the junior high is easy; last week I just sat and read over her shoulder [well, actually I was reading it upside down from across the table, which made for added difficulty] while she did vocabulary stuff, corrected her when she was wrong, and quizzed her by reading definitions out loud and having her guess the word. However, tutoring someone my own age will be très different.

Only not in the sexy kind of way. Tutoring is way romanticized, has anyone else noticed that? Like, ooh, spending time alone together. Although it works best if it's a language. Math is completely unsexy. Le point is le moot, anyhow, because I am not le sexually attracted to le Ryan. L'apologies, R. [Hee. I'm so insane et pretentious. I wish I spoke French.]

Midterms suck. On the bright side, I can leave early on the second day and go in late on the last day, but on the non-bright side, I have no car. Cannot wait till I can drive, baby.

Tomorrow my mater has jury duty.

Wednesday is the meeting for our school's Gay-Straight Alliance. The e-mail I received says to bring your friends, so if any of y'all can go, I would really appreciate it. Related links: Day of Silence Project, Human Rights Campaign.

Next Monday is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day of Service.

Bad things about winter
~ the cold
~ static electricity
~ wearing sweaters all the time
~ fewer hours of daylight
~ Seasonal Affective Disorder

Good things about winter
~ snow
~ school cancellations, delays
~ sledding
~ hot cocoa, oatmeal, soup, other warm foods
~ feeling cozy
~ temperatures not being uncomfortably, irritatingly high

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