starting to stagger under the weight of endless readings already... i think i need recess week to come more quickly than i thought. still, i can feel myself working a lot harder than last semester. i suppose i can feel happy about that. i'm talking more in class (need to get class part marks what) but not toeing the line of being one of those abrasive, aggressive know-it-alls i hope. i don't make a second comment until at least five people have said something. unlike this guy, who spoke about ten times for a minute long each time, just after every other person spoke. he was every other person.

today was tough, though. eight hours of school all by yourself is tough. in the car i felt my aloneness start to vignette the edges of my vision, crushing black into loneliness. but i know it is just a phase. i am actually quite alright with being alone. it is an acquired taste, i think. it's quite a nice feeling to know that nobody is around you acting fake, trying to get things from you, etc. i wonder if i have become more guarded. i've never been guarded.

i am hoping for a great showing in november.

teacher's day. i don't remember being particularly grateful to or indebted to any teacher. i have favourites but none of them have really 'impacted' me per se. still, teaching is a noble work and in the extremely loose translation of my french professor, bon fête du professeur!