Forewarning: I'm too tired and indifferent to do any more than spit off the following. Spelling errors will not be corrected, and nonsensical sentences will not be revised.


Just got back from Yucitan, Mexico; had an amazing time. Saw a world of Mayan ruins, ate pollo con mole three times a day for ten days, and learned some guitar on the beach (and what an amazing amazing beach--Tulum, below Cancun). We met and had dinner with an anthropologist (think a more relaxed, homosexual Mr. Snook) who told us about his groundbreaking, first hand research into current Mayan self-sacrifice practices. I finished Lolita, and The Man Who Was Thursday--the latter I hated, the former I'm not yet quite sure about. I finally subdued my fear of flying and in doing so gained a profound awareness of my own mortality--speaking of which, I've been thinking a lot about death, consciousness (conversely), beauty, and of course my and Will's forthcoming european travels.

Finally, and this is rather late, but last Friday brought several more Diversity-Day developements. I went to Ms. Genaro for my sentencing first thing in the morning (as she instructed), was promptly told to come back at break, did so, was told to come by after school, did so, was finally told that the situation was out of her hands and that I would have to wait to see Ms. Fibleman for my punishment--after spring break. Thoroughly annoyed, I put the situation out of my mind until I saw Ms. Da'tillo (the school nurse who, I had been told, was the teacher who first complained about the posters) walking down the hall. Without thinking I went up and introduced myself as the culprit who had put up the signs and apologized 'if I offended her.' Despite her witch-like demeanor, she laughed and explained that when the sign on her private-bathroom reading 'RACISTS ONLY' was first brought to her attention (by a curious, not offended, second-grade asian girl) she took it as a personal attack. It was only when she got home that she had realized that whoever put the sign up probably didn't realize that that particular bathroom was her private one, and when she found out that the sign was part of a performance-art-political-satire-demonstration in response to Diversity Day, she actually found the whole thing very funny.

I told her to talk to Ms. Genaro and promptly left for Mexico.


[edit] Ah, and I got into Oberlin.