The temperature has cooled down, finally. Down to the 90s. Feels good.
I was 10 minutes late to History class, and the rest of the class had formed into groups by the time I walked in. We will be doing some kind of presentation, I don’t know. Two girls suggested we cover the Holocaust. Oh god. It felt like they wanted to cover the Holocaust in a kitschy way, as sad as that sounds. You know what I mean. ISN’T THIS SAD LET’S LOOK AT PICTURES OF TORTURED JEWISH PEOPLE. Yes, it’s one of the worst things that will ever happen in human history. We’ve all been hearing about it since 2nd grade, so it’s not necessary to teach it to us. Especially if you’re teaching it solely for the reason that it makes you feel good to feel sad.
So I suggested WWI. I love studying WWI. It maked so sense, yet it ruined so much. It was deep and subtle.
We haven’t decided on a topic. I do not want to cover the Holocaust.
The teacher is funny, though. He laughs loudly at his own jokes. Sometimes he goes off on a person’s question and into a tangent, which I would like if he didn’t tend to repeat things.
I’m home now~ I didn’t have a key so I exploited our weak lock to get in. I looked for my phone when I got in and found out that the key was in my bag. Smooth.
Now I’m going to watch 12 Angry Men, and wait for the UPS man.
I hope we cover WWI.