Crackademics

So here's a no-thoughts freewrite.

Nah, that's not possible, though I've gotta believe that this vacation has been predominantly mindless. Aside from discovering how amazing india.arie's songs have gotten and reading a bit of Murakami, most of this vacation has been "floating free," without the hyphen. I'm actually listening to "Love Like Winter" by AFI right now; okay, not anymore, but yes, this is another part of the mindlessness.

Mindlessness is not necessarily a bad thing. Recall the yin-yang principle. Bad needs to exist for good to exist, and vice versa (I guess). I think that in order to be more mindful, we need to be mindless for a certain amount of time. Oh, never mind the phrase "I think." Everyone knows this; it's just that it's nice to acknowledge it.

I've had a lot of nice thoughts, but I've been too lazy to scribble them down. Well, here's one that I don't find nearly as interesting as any of the others, but that most of you will because it relates directly to the me that you know (e.g. valedictorian etc.). I got my first official B+ mark since 1st grade, where I got a B+ for effort from Sister Theresa. Well, I don't recall any B+ grades since then. The person who gave me this mark is Professor Hosea Hirata, the chair of the Japanese department at Tufts and absolutely one of the smartest people I have ever seen, probably. Major Japanese Writers, the class; the only writer we studied being Haruki Murakami. You'd think I wouldn't be satisfied with that grade, but I was.

First of all, it's about time somebody shot me down academically. I'm not that good; you've got to stop me somewhere so I can actually figure out what career I'll enjoy for the rest of my life.

Secondly, the B+ looked nice among my other grades. I got these: B+, A-, A, A+. A satisfying sequence, like many of the sequences we study in math. The 1/x sequence isn't all that satisfying, though.

Numéro trois, to complete Klein's "tricolon," I was hella nervous as to what I was actually gonna get for that class's grade. My 10-15 page essay (which ended up being 13 pages) looked to be very nice personally, but I had no idea how he was gonna take it. Plus, he hadn't given us a grade throughout the entire class. Journals, class participation, presentations (which were really just our commentaries on the chapters), nothing. I thought my class participation was really kick-ass at times; other times I was just too tired and/or bored. It really depended on how much sleep I got, unfortunately. So the B+ grade was a nice relief.

Item number four, to ruin the tricolon, I'm on Dean's List anyway.

To make this a set of quintuplet-baby-thought-paragraphs, I'll end with the fact that this grade satisfies me because I can move on from it, and it's not based on any inadequate objective procedure or mathematical formula of determining my performance in my class. It's really just what came up in his head when he considered everything that I've done. And it's nice to know what he honestly thought: B+. And just like I did when I got that B+ for effort in 1st grade with Sister Theresa, I realize that I can do better. And judging by everything that's happened since 1st grade, I'm sure that I can and will do better. Second semester: It'll rock.

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I ended this nicely, but I'll be articulating better freewrites for you later on.
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/me changes title

Oh, fuck, here's a better way to end this: My dad said that sex is like crack. But I think I know what my crack is.