Well, that was disarmingly quick. Less than 24 hours and all of a sudden all of my summer excuses for doing nothing important have been whisked away from under my feet. Old version of biology textbook and questions (thanks, Jonathan)… check. Two books plus one extra just in case from the reading list… check. All of the bookstore websites said there were no copies left, but we went to Eslite and handed the titles to the information desk girl and she said there were plenty of then on the shelf. Easy to find, too. And now I have to start working instead of endlessly refreshing certain web pages. And I am having tremendous difficulty with this.
I have always wished they would split our vacation periods into shorter blocks and scatter them throughout the year, because once vacation drags out, the amount of relaxation you can get out of it becomes less and less. I get sick of relaxing after a while and even the number of work-ish projects I have feel homogenous. I don’t even feel motivated enough to playing pointless flash games. (My most recent Anti-Idle save file is still on the old laptop and I don’t feel like getting it. If you don’t know what that is consider yourself lucky.)
I have finished Fahrenheit 451 and it was good, but not un-put-down-able with excitement. I imagine I’ll probably have to go through it again, especially the ending. But I wasn’t expecting they’d put any thrillers on the book list, only books with lots of room for interpretation and many places to discover a social criticism or philosophical message or metaphor for human nature. I don’t have any issues with that sort of things in a good book, but I have to wonder if we’re looking too deeply between the lines occasionally.
Anyway, this leaves one other book, plus the guided reflection assignments on them, plus eight chapters of exciting scientific reading and responses to questions! Wonderful. Also, it’s hot and sweaty and I’ve run out of descriptive words for this a long time ago, although obviously if I were a serious, attentive reader I should probably have been able to pick up a few extra relevant figures of speech from Fahrenheit 451.
Well, I like this segment of figurative language.
The pains were spikes driven in the kneecap and then only darning needles and then only common ordinary safety pins, and after he had shagged along fifty more hops and jumps, filling his hand with slivers from the board fence, the prickling was like someone blowing a spray of scalding water on that leg.
And indeed, it’s absolutely irrelevant and I’ve gone off topic again, but if I never got off topic then I think this post would be boringly short.
Okay, summer plans! The next week is the highly unofficial IMOCamp, which I am participating in not as a student or as a teacher, but as a more-or-less bystander providing a couple extra board games. Also I get to provide stories and maybe teach everybody how to get partial credit on problems. Then there are about two weeks of vegetating at home trying very hard not to do my summer homework, probably punctuated by a few trips to random places for the sake of getting out there. Then there will be three to four days of cramming. Who says I’m optimistic?
The point is that now, when I’m procrastinating, such as by writing blog posts documenting no events of significance whatsoever (e.g. this one), it is much more authentic procrastination because there are actually moderately important, non-self-imposed tasks being put off. So, I am quite possibly going to keep on blogging with the same frequency but greatly decreased post quality because I’m not blogging to blog anymore.
Nope, I lied; there is no point to this post, it’s just less boring than some of the alternatives at this point. At the pace and the level of perfectionism at which I’ve been writing “serious” posts, which don’t include this one, it could be winter vacation before I finish the IMO series. Oh well.
And no, no matter how much it looks like it, I did not select my books by how many numerically meaningful words they contained in their titles. If I wanted math I would have gone through The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time (read its Wikipedia description) again, but I read it a long time ago and would rather try something different. Furthermore, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is more combinatorially suggestive, don’t you think?
Sorry. Couldn’t resist.