Years ago, for some insane reason I saved all my notes from high school. And hauled them around from apartment to apartment for years. For at least a decade.
I have no idea why I kept my notes because the general theme throughout my schooling was room for improvement. Not only did I have a compulsion to keep my notes, I kept notes that proclaimed that I was a terrible student. There were no A+++++ reports or awards of merit but assignments and tests filled with many, MANY red ink comments that were often longer than the actual assignment.
I even kept an essay that netted me at 5%. Yes 5%. Naturally a teacher who was actually interested in teaching would have at least inquired about my interpretation of the exercise since it was obvious I completely misunderstood the assignment. I went to school in a small town and everyone knew that this teacher was going through a nasty divorce and I guess she took out her frustration on me. I suppose I should be grateful as there was a time when teachers just beat children with a ruler if they failed to understand a lesson.
Eventually I came to my senses and took the notes I had (and some stored at my parent’s place) and dumped them into their kitchen wood stove. Yes a little part of me wanted to dump the 5% teacher into the wood stove but you can’t get everything you wish for in life.
If 5% teacher were to read this essay she might find the following insights/themes:
- Adults can be assholes.
- Some assholes happen to be teachers.
- Don’t let asshole teachers ruin learning stuff for ya.
AND of course,
Clutter is bad.
My internet provider experienced a service interruption so I had no internet until about 5pm yesterday. I seldom experience an outage so it was not a big deal. I don’t own a smartphone so no connection at all for me.
How did I survive? It was fine. I did not fall to pieces without the internet for 10 hours.
Wednesday is laundry day so I did laundry.
Listened to some records.
36 minutes later brought laundry upstairs and placed on drying rack.
Did groceries. That was the hardest part of my day as it was very hot outside.
Went to the library to pick up an audiobook. I did log into a 15 minute internet use PC to ask my brother if he had internet (we have the same provider), he didn’t so that’s how I knew it was an outage. My connection at the library kept conking out on me and it’s not my job (anymore) to fix the library’s internet so I only used 9 of my allotted 15 minutes.
It was very hot outside and threatening to storm (damn, it never did) so I stayed indoors and watched some documentaries I got from the library. I will admit I wanted to Google something that was mentioned in one of the documentaries but instead I wrote it down and Googled it later.
I had to get the weather forecast and news from the radio.
I finished my book. Started some book reviews.
Dropped off my car at mechanic’s and biked back home.
By then the internet was up and running and I checked out a few blogs I like and listened to some tunes and placed a few more books on hold at the library.
All in all it was not an unpleasant day. I am glad that I have not developed a dependency on the internet, just a curious attraction.
So the Scrubbies Project turns TWO today. So to mark this remarkable achievement in dish scrubbing I feel the need to wax poetic about stretching $1.74 worth of plastic scrubbies into a second year of, well, scrubbing.
The problem is, how does one wax poetic about a scrubbie? Here is a list of potential Scrubbie Thoughts:
1. Being organized is good as you don’t have to rush out and buy more scrubbies because you misplaced them.
Hmmm, that’s kind of weak, after all one can use a rag to scrub a dish.
2. The landfill contains 3.5 fewer scrubbies.
That’s really lame. I think there is far worse stuff going into the landfill.
3. I am stickin’ it to the man. Yup, giant scrubbie factory executive in [insert name of emerging economy nation here] is sobbing in front of his excel spreadsheet because sales are down due to some crazy chick in Canada.
Boy the more I wax poetic the more farfetched my thoughts are about the social significance of the scrubbie project.
There is no flowing fountain of wisdom (or chocolate) nor insightful simplicity laden thoughts concerning my scrubbie project. It’s just a silly/simple/stupid project to use something until it completely falls apart. I just don’t want to needlessly waste scrubbies by using them only a few times, or losing them, or getting Dentyne stuck to it.
Rest in gummy peace Scrubbie #6.