Oh, Brother.

So apparently I did read The Odyssey in high school. Today in my backgrounds class we watched a clip from Oh, Brother Where Art Thou, the one with George Clooney. It's a movie that is based around Homer's story, but set in the South during the 1930s. At the beginning of class I completely blurted out that I had scene the movie in high school because it was a modern telling of The Odyssey, which meant that I had been reading the book even though I am convinced that this is the first time I'm reading it. I guess that I completely blocked that experience out of my head from freshman year. Of course as Taylor will agree I didn't do much in freshman English and have mostly blocked the experience from my mind. Besides Taylor, I'm probably the only person in the history of Stowe to hate their freshman English class if they had it with a certain young teacher. No really, people are in love with this teacher. I didn't develop a love for English classes until senior year with a certain older gentleman who performed epic poetry on desks and took us to see bad movies. He encouraged my dark sarcastic wit that has unfortunately crawled back under the turtle shell. Though I do sometimes bring it out with my Hebrew Friend.

The sirens scene that we watched in class today. 

Today is the first day of Monday classes and I have decided that I don't like having more than two classes a day and therefore I am not cut out for Mondays. I have four classes that go from 10am until 5:30pm and I have to work for a few hours in between. Two of the classes are also seventy-five minutes which means my attention span will wane as it normally does after twenty minutes and I will have to sit there in a silent stupor while I check my watch every three minutes. I do this even if I love the class, it's just the way I am. It doesn't help that I'm feeling lethargic and unmotivated to move. I slept through my alarm and got too much sleep so all I want to do is get back in bed, or do my laundry. Either one will suffice as long as I'm not sitting in class doodling or picking at my nails, I do that too sometimes. 

Last night I got an unfortunate email from the club field hockey team saying that there are going to be tryouts and cuts on the team. I do not go games and do not care about getting serious playing time. I just want to go running and go to practices so that I can exercise with people and have a good time playing a sport that I like. I don't need to deal with the competitive edge, especially when I am already busy with so many other activities and work. I am going to go to tryouts tonight and see if I can work something out. I think that it's a little hasty of our captain to call for tryout since there has only been one game and by the end of the fall season and the spring, the team is usually screaming for players. It's the captain's choice though and I respect that. I just want to play.