Nightmares

Yes, I cannot think of a worse nightmare than to have to spend the rest of my life being the companion in old age to my control freak-psycho mother. For this very reason, she will have to pay very dearly for what she has stolen from me. I will make her pay through the nose for this nightmare to which I have been condemned. Ha ha ha! Let me think now, how can I make her old age a most miserable experience for all concerned? Ha ha ha! I am sure I will continue to find ways to make her pay for it.

Senior Wills

Wow! That was so mean of Mr. Bosworth to take my senior will so personally. One imagines in writing one's senior will that, when all the other stupid jokes in there are also excused, that one's own senior will will be equally excused on the grounds of stupid tradition inherited from past years. Obviously it is not a legally binding document. I cannot quite recall what I was thinking at the time, perhaps just copycatting some other wills that I helped to type, but one imagines that a mature and elderly teacher might pause to reflect on the fate of the little red-headed, freckle-faced girl who has no "Linus" to challenge her cause. I am only speculating now what other people may have construed from that because, really, for me it was not that complicated. I had to put something in there to fill the space. Sure, in fifth grade, the one year I attended the Escuela Americana before returning to MK school, I did join the band and learned clarinet. However, I was very lousy on clarinet, could not hit the high notes, I learned later my lips are not shaped right for clarinet, so when I returned there for high school I did not resume band. It just would not matter. I could work on clarinet playing for hours and hours night and day and still be lousy so it would be pointless to even try. Thus, we leave the clarinet to those band members whose natural aptitudes equip them for such a trying ordeal as clarinet lessons. Thus, it is bizarre that Thomas "Trumpet" Hills would make this huge case about me being jealous of Bevy Ochoa, a star clarinetist of the band. Really, Thomas. Get real! It would also bizarre for people to make a huge case about the band's production of the "You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown" high school musical production whose featured singers were chosen exclusively from among band members. Sure, Trina "Clarinet" Tinker had a starring role as "Lucy Van Pelt" to Amadeo "Trombone" Cortez's "Charlie Brown." Trina's brother Tim "Bells" Tinker did a great job as "Snoopy." There was a very nice article for the "Trojan Times" describing the production for the program which I recall attending although I cannot recall whether I wrote the story. Trina's boyfriend Leland Bement played the role of "Linus" although his instrument is not noted in the article. So, yes, a vivid imagination has a lot to play with in this production lineup, not that I would know anything about it.

Jackson

Yes, so you imagine that your son is just as wildly popular and talented as the deeply weird and sadly late Michael Jackson and so you imagine that the talent and money excuses the vulgar antics. Perhaps Cheryl would remember who that black girl was. In the newspaper room during my journalism program I recall that the subject of Michael Jackson came up for some mysterious reason and how weird he is or rather was. The black girl who was there acted strangely at hearing the white girl's impression. Basically, it does not matter how famous and wealthy you are, we poor white girls do not really care about you and we are not impressed. Are you surprised? You should not be. We are also equally not impressed with the vulgar antics of many white performers who have impressive talents but no taste. We are no respecter of talent when it is abused and misused, no color insult intended.

Not Important

Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was at SCC one day Cori brought some woman to our room. I remember that she was sitting there yapping away about breasts. She was married so apparently, from what she said, one gathers that these matters get more complicated after marriage. Nevertheless, it is hard for me to reference this conversation because, for one thing, I cannot remember her name or anything about her, not even who her husband was. That was the only time I ever saw her. If there were other people in the room listening to this conversation in addition to Cori I really don't remember who they might have been. I do not know where Cori finds all these people. So maybe I might have felt a little bit annoyed about having to stand there observing as if a guest in my own room because I seem to remember that she was sitting in my desk chair, maybe. That is not really such a big deal as to make a scene about as she is only a guest anyway and will not be staying. I cannot remember whether I stayed for the entire conversation. I do vaguely remember her referencing some factoids previously unknown to me but, really, I cannot think of a single reason to regurgitate the woman's worthless conversation. She was just one of these chatterboxes. They just chat chat chat. It's nothing important from my point of view, just trivialities. Chatterboxes have no ability to distinguish between what is important and what is not important. They just dump everything but the kitchen sink into a huge chatterbox which is why they are never allowed to see my writing before it is ready for publication. They just would not understand. Sure, in my high school notebooks there is a short little poem about needing to hold onto the past. Nevertheless, a chatterbox interpretation of that poem would be disastrous. I only need to hold on to that which is pure, true, of good report, excellent, praiseworthy, etc. A lot of other insignificant trivia collected along the way can be safely ignored and forgotten and never brought to remembrance.

Hookey?

Yes, I never should have agreed to skip class that one time but it wasn't my idea. There they were, Cheatuh Rivera and the Marionitess, sneaking out the back door and would I please accompany them. And what was the point anyway? It is so easy for these rich people such as Cheatuh Rivera to play hookey from school on a regular basis, being perhaps constrained for mysterious reasons from getting into the Mercedes Benz and driving to school. And where do they find time to buy all those cigarettes? It does not matter whether those people learn anything at school. They have the money and connections to make all of these problems, such as politically controversial Spanish literature curriculum, just disappear. But for me, a kid who rides the bus to school, except for the two times I walked, if I were to skip even one class my entire world would collapse. After all, the only reason that my name regularly appears in the newspaper honor roll lists is that I have an excellent attendance record which is the only thing that means, if I remember correctly. It is not like my GPA would qualify me for extraordinary honors, not that I ever thought that it would anyway. All these people are so eager to find chinks in my armor which is another reason to be very quiet at school. Never give them an opening because they will be like a pack of jackals ripping and tearing at the slightest potentiality or vaguely imagined association even if unsupported by a shred of evidence. So, in summary, it was a very bad idea to skip class that one time, but given that I did and it cannot be undone, there is no reason to pretend that I did attend class when I did not and thus cannot say for sure what happened there on that day.

More About Bad Jokes

Our Spanish lesson for today:

1. Definition of "peca, pecas": freckle, freckles
2. Definition of "peca, pecas": He or she sins, you sin

So just because I have freckles that does not mean that you are the one with sin spots as contrasted with my sun spots and just because I bequeathed to you my freckles, that does not now mean that I am now am stuck with your sin spots as opposed to mine or that you really got my sun spot joke, although I have since forgotten the conversation or how the subject came up in the first place.

Nevertheless, as the Bible says:
"All have sinned and come short of the glory of God."
 "There is no one righteous, no not one."

So freckles or no freckles, you are not off the hook. You still need a Savior, Jesus Christ the spotless lamb of God who died to provide atonement for your sins and mine.

So this is how these things get more and more complicated. Sin makes the world a very complicated place but if we keep our eyes on Jesus then our lives do not have to be this complicated. Biblical principles are followed so that our lives do not get so complicated.

Speaking Of Bad Jokes

Speaking of bad jokes, yes, certainly the Trojan Times Senior Issue, particularly the seniors' last wills, is full of bad jokes. This is not a tradition that we personally instituted. It was inherited from past years and we were just plugging in the empty space with whatever people turned in. Maybe something else could have been done with the Senior Issue but we were not feeling that creative at the time. We had other things on our minds, such as getting out of there.

It was not our will that those jokes should be taken seriously. The introduction explains that the wills are for entertainment purposes only. And anyway, why would I will my beautiful little freckles to Lorena Tenorio who obviously would not appreciate them. No, it was just a stupid joke, not to be taken seriously. Ok, so if we are going to be technical about this, I vaguely remember having a conversation with someone and saying that, well, I am about as white as they come (more or less, generally speaking), and the reply was that actually no, I am not the whitest person in the school (as if I were boasting about being the whitest person in the school). Lorena Tenorio might have been one of those cited as actually whiter than me although a different shade, more of a creamy white, and no freckles. So maybe she wants a polka-dot sun tan? Ha ha ha! No, not really. Just a stupid joke.

There was no connection, and you are really stretching it, if you imagine that there was any thought of the dramatic play, "Don Juan Tenorio." Am I attributing the blame to her rather than the creepy letcherous womanizer who is the main character of the Spanish literature classic which is the basis for an opera and is based on actually true stories of persons such as the Casanova who actually chronicled his many encounters with innumerable women? Well, Solomon had a thousand wives so who's to say that Casanova was not unlike the rich and powerful potentates of the Orient?

Well, if you want to excuse Casanova then you must be a wealthy Arab potentate or something like that, but that was never the Christian position, Protestant or Catholic. Casanova ended his life doing penitence because, as we all know, he was just wrong wrong wrong. Self-control is a fruit of the Spirit and if you don't have self-control then you are just not operating in the Spirit. You are a clueless creep and we are not going to take you that seriously.

And anyway, freckles are not a sign of sinful spots. I could look up the significance of melatonin but, anyway, it does not logically follow that melatonin directly correlates to sinfulness. Are you saying that black people are more sinful people than white people? You psychos! Do not put me on your stupid thinkers list. I am not willing to take your garbage seriously. I have more important things to do than delve into the intricacies of stupid thinking.