2 Legit
I completed my Math course on the 20th, obtaining the highest grade in the class. English has been considerably harder – I’m fairly sure that I’m the only student therein that shows up every day and does all the work, but I’m struggling to get an A. My first essay received a B-, the second a B, and the third an A. I turned in my fourth and final essay today – an abomination of an essay that I thoroughly hate. I do not think that I will be posting that essay here; in fact, I may simply destroy the file. I barely managed to get it halfway through the sixth page, which I thought was enough until Iriss (another student in the same class) told me that Mr. Archer had granted her an extension because she had also only been able to render 5 1/2 pages of text and that anything less than a full 6 would grant the writer a NP (not passing). Here I was so sure that the dumb essay would at least procure a B-, granting me (according to my trusty calculator) an A- in the class overall, but if what Iriss told me is true then all my hopes are sunk. I don’t remember anybody saying that getting halfway through the sixth page was unacceptable – I’m pretty sure that on the 4-5 page essays, a simple half-way through the fourth page would have sufficed, but I never had a problem producing material for those. (We were actually given an adequate amount of time for those essays.) So, I’m holding my breath.
I was tempted to hand in an essay that I started working on over the weekend. I found it interesting that the visuals in MC Hammer’s 2 Legit 2 Quit video are extremely reminiscent of Dante’s Divine Comedy. Funny how I had to struggle to get that damn essay done for class, read the first part of Our Posthuman Future (102 pages), have a wedding party, and get to see my dad for the first time in about 20 months, yet I had the time to formulate and start drafting an essay on MC Hammer and do some research into his life. I guess actually do like writing, but only when it’s about a topic I find interesting.
That reminds me, Ro and I had a wedding party at his Aunt and Uncle’s ranch in rural Petaluma on Sunday. None of Roman’s friends showed up, owed to a roadside breakdown. The party was OK, but Dad – my sole guest- didn’t pay a whole ton of attention to me and spent all his time talking to old people about unionization and cows in Indiana. He didn’t even watch for the cake-cutting thing, for chrissakes. The man weighs at least 400lbs and expected for the busses in San Francisco to work like taxis: taking from his doorstep to any location of his choosing without any standing or transfers. He complained about walking three blocks while eating ice cream. Granted, it was hot in Northern California over the weekend, but it’s even hotter in Las Vegas, where we’re from and where he was until Saturday afternoon. I was really shocked that he managed to gain 100-110 lbs in less than two years; wouldn’t you be if it were your dad? It’s like all he cares about anymore is eating and leisure. I had him read my third essay yesterday afternoon and he wouldn’t even finish the damn thing before critiquing it… not like he’s ever written anything half as long, let alone half as good.
It is interesting that dad argued that animals have souls, yet he still eats them. Seeing that I don’t believe in the outdated notion of a tangible “soul,” this means that he has less moral ground to be eating them than I do.