Sling, Talc and Canticles

I hope you are all doing well.

Today was Monday. I know this because yesterday was Sunday and the days of the week are pretty fixed these days. It was the usual sort of Monday. I awakened at the times of 6:45, 7:00 and 7:15, and again at 7:30. I hurriedly made myself smell wonderful, before heading to my first class.

When I arrived 5 minutes late, I saw that we would be watching a movie. It was about slavery. I learned something I already knew, which was that slavery sucks. A lot. It did made me think however, of how I would deal with being a slave or a slave owner, and the answer to both is not very well.

After this examination of conscience, I went to my second class. As I entered the door, I had a shirt thrown at me with " Badabings" on the front, and my last name on the back. I found out that my group had in my absence been named Badabings, and that my last name is Casey. The class was interesting as it usually is and was about Balkan music. I learned that people in the Balkans look like me and have excessive body hair. Perhaps some of my ancestors were from Montenegro, or some other former Yugoslav territory.

After a self examination of my increasingly Balkaning underarms, I went home to do some last minute studying for my Spanish exam. I had lunch, which was delicious and went outside to trow stones into the woods with the help of my newly discovered ancient weapon, which was actually far more fun than it sounds.

After a look at the unpleasant scarring the weapon had left on my hand, I went to my Spanish exam. It was not as hard as I thought it would be, but there were areas I had failed to study properly for. It was soon over, and so I went to pick up Ian. When I arrived, I found that some people like to make silly choices. I was also deputized by my former teacher, and the one who carries a baseball bat around. I soon left, and here I am. I would tell you about what has happened since, but it will soon be feeding time, after which I have to go out and play "if I had a hammer" for an hour or two with Beth Guion. C ya. Oh, I also applied to be a paper boy, as well as finding out that my checking account is overdrawn.