11-4-97 9:15 AM Tu
On the way to school a bunch of pages from a sex newspaper were scattered along the sidewalk leading to school. I stopped and picked up each one and crumpled it into a ball. I tossed the ball into the trashbin on the playground at school. I don't want the children exposed to that stuff, but at the same time I tripped out a little that I would take part in this conspiracy of puritanical lies in which we try so hard to equate sex with shame. Still I don't want any of them to become sex-confused losers. What's worse, to be repressed or to be a pervert or does the one lead to the other? I guess the thing of it is is that sex brings new souls into this often shitty world, and that should be a decision in which all the pros and cons are weighed by reasonable, responsible people, which most children are not. Not that many adults are either. Anyway, I didn't want the kids walking to school and seeing that. They'll have to settle for strip show billboards and Viagra commercials.
10:10 AM
At lunch today, I'll eat an apple while I walk to Blockbuster at Wilshire and La Brea to return that volcano video I rented. It was kind of fun to watch my neighborhood be destroyed, even though I love it here.
12:10
I'm back from dropping off the video. I resisted getting another video. I resisted lunch, too. I guess I'll just have some chili and a grilled cheese or something when I get home, before I go to the watch place. Looks like I'll not get to read until bedtime. Got in some good work on Jim last night. Emailed Julia. She said I was funny and a genius, but that was, I suspect, because my last message to her was so depressed, she thought she might try to cheer me up. Got to call Kayo and Peach. There's the bell to end lunch. Damnesia ripped up Marlon's homework, so I took her to the office and asked principal Dinerstein to suspend her.
I just talked to the principal. She said Damnesia's mom will call at two forty.
What else? The students are working on some word problems. So far, so good. What else? A page of What elses. Now I'm hungry. Talking to Damnesia's mom will keep me a half hour off schedule now. Urg. I wish I had a cup of coffee. I wish I was home finishing my books.
[heavily-shaded pencil sketch of an apple] Jim Fenton, the LACAS tripper was asking me if I would loan him a thousand dollars. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but I went with not. He wouldn't say what the loan was for. He and Sharon and Tracy tentatively scheduled dinner after school Wednesday night. Sandra finished her math first. I told her to read her library book. A few minutes later she came back to tell me she was done with her library book. I sent her to help the other students. She's sharpening pencils now. She's wearing her jet black hair in ponytails. She's wearing her plaid skirt school uniform with whiter shirt untucked. She's back at my desk. She says nobody needs help. I say, "Oh." Man I could go for a nap right now.
On the way to school a bunch of pages from a sex newspaper were scattered along the sidewalk leading to school. I stopped and picked up each one and crumpled it into a ball. I tossed the ball into the trashbin on the playground at school. I don't want the children exposed to that stuff, but at the same time I tripped out a little that I would take part in this conspiracy of puritanical lies in which we try so hard to equate sex with shame. Still I don't want any of them to become sex-confused losers. What's worse, to be repressed or to be a pervert or does the one lead to the other? I guess the thing of it is is that sex brings new souls into this often shitty world, and that should be a decision in which all the pros and cons are weighed by reasonable, responsible people, which most children are not. Not that many adults are either. Anyway, I didn't want the kids walking to school and seeing that. They'll have to settle for strip show billboards and Viagra commercials.
10:10 AM
At lunch today, I'll eat an apple while I walk to Blockbuster at Wilshire and La Brea to return that volcano video I rented. It was kind of fun to watch my neighborhood be destroyed, even though I love it here.
12:10
I'm back from dropping off the video. I resisted getting another video. I resisted lunch, too. I guess I'll just have some chili and a grilled cheese or something when I get home, before I go to the watch place. Looks like I'll not get to read until bedtime. Got in some good work on Jim last night. Emailed Julia. She said I was funny and a genius, but that was, I suspect, because my last message to her was so depressed, she thought she might try to cheer me up. Got to call Kayo and Peach. There's the bell to end lunch. Damnesia ripped up Marlon's homework, so I took her to the office and asked principal Dinerstein to suspend her.
I just talked to the principal. She said Damnesia's mom will call at two forty.
What else? The students are working on some word problems. So far, so good. What else? A page of What elses. Now I'm hungry. Talking to Damnesia's mom will keep me a half hour off schedule now. Urg. I wish I had a cup of coffee. I wish I was home finishing my books.
[heavily-shaded pencil sketch of an apple] Jim Fenton, the LACAS tripper was asking me if I would loan him a thousand dollars. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not, but I went with not. He wouldn't say what the loan was for. He and Sharon and Tracy tentatively scheduled dinner after school Wednesday night. Sandra finished her math first. I told her to read her library book. A few minutes later she came back to tell me she was done with her library book. I sent her to help the other students. She's sharpening pencils now. She's wearing her jet black hair in ponytails. She's wearing her plaid skirt school uniform with whiter shirt untucked. She's back at my desk. She says nobody needs help. I say, "Oh." Man I could go for a nap right now.
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