And here I am approaching the end of Dryvember day 5 and thinking about how Guy Fawkes is nonsense. Why? Put simply, the man was a religious terrorist, and that doesn’t fly with me. He wanted to blow up the House of Lords and kill King James I. Why? Because he and the others involved in the Gunpowder plot wanted to start a Catholic Revolution and install a Catholic leader to the crown. Everyone involved were traitorous would be murderers. They can go right to hell.
Also, the plot gave us that damn Remember, remember the fifth of November junk, repeated by so many people because it sounds cool. Sorry to those of you who say it because you know the historical context. And when Alan Moore put it in V for Vendetta, I have no doubt he knew what it was. I don’t know why I have such a visceral reaction to Guy Fawkes, but I always have, and Dryvember day five is no exception. It might have something to do with idolizing religious terrorists. Or, it could be that so much of the imagery associated with this murderous plot has become hipster gobbledygook to me.
Again, I apologize to any who just want to have some fun on this day. I am not trying to kill your joy; it’s just not for me.
What Else Can I Say About Dryvember Day Five and Guy Fawkes?
My 16:10-18:00 class once again struggled with the material. It’s looking more and more like it’s too tough for them and I have to make more adjustments.
A Chinese teacher I have never seen asked me if I had a class in the only building I ever have class in. I said yet. He asked if i was sure. I then told him I have class there everyday. I felt kind of like a dick, but come on. The best, though, was when a student also in the elevator say good morning to me. As far as micro-aggressions go, it wasn’t bad, or even all that notable. It was annoying. I can’t imagine what it’s like for people who have to deal with actual micro-aggressions on a daily basis.
Oh, and I forgot my textbook for my morning class. Luckily my colleague, who also teaches a version of that class, let me borrow his. Talk about snatching victory from the jaws of defeat. That would not have been a great way to begin the morning..
Oh, and I scraped the story I started a couple days ago. I kept the file, but I am not going to use those words. Better inspiration struck, so I had to follow it. It does stink to lose those 1,500 words I wrote previously, but that’s how these things go sometimes
Oh, and I had a can of that lemon soda water featured above. It stinks. It’s very chemically lemon and not very sparkling. Luckily, I didn’t pay much for it.
Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings
I felt pretty good today, despite some hiccups. Though, I will say that I felt a little stressed and irrationally angry. Both are probably a result on working, but also knowing that this upcoming weekend will be booze free. And sure, it’s only Tuesday, but it’s never too late to look forward to the weekend. But, when the weekends usually involve indulging in alcohol, not having that option is a bit of a let down. I’ll be fine, I’m sure. In the meantime, I have writing to do and tea to drink.
So that’s it for Dryvember day five, and remember, remember, Guy Fawkes is nonsense.